We can rock all day in rocking chairs of gold
The story begins at Day 1. The short version: I fell over skiing and ruptured a bouquet of ligaments in both knees.
Yes, we missed Day 5. Not much happened. I did some work. I got a phone call from the hospital and arranged an MRI. I discovered that having a leg brace that bends slightly is awesome and has made getting about way easier. I even managed putting a microsmidge of weight on my right leg while moving around.
I also plucked up the courage to tell my dance team that I won't make the competition in two and a half weeks. rapperaddict was remarkably nice about it, and has agreed she won't hunt me down and kill me until I am better (apparently it's no fun if the prey can't move).
Day 6, however, didn't start too well. Something in the way I'd been sitting during the day (mostly on a bed, or sideways on a sofa, with my leg up) had strained my right hip. Despite (presumably) not being serious, my hip was incredibly painful and was preventing me from sitting or lying comfortably.
I whimpered and shuffled and stretched, and was generally a bit miserable. I took painkillers for the first time, as even resting I was in pain. OK. Maybe this sitting still and working all day is not the wisest course. I noticed that an appealing sepia-yellow bruising was spreading around the outside of my right knee (outside? the one area where apparently nothing much is damaged? bodies are weird).
On the plus side, my right knee was looking like a knee again! Not my knee, admittedly, as I have quite bony, nobbly knees, but it looked like a knee and not like the offspring of a sausage and a balloon.
The hospital (no concierge, but still a posh coffee machine) had a dinky little MRI machine just big enough to stick a single limb into. The machine was a far cry from the coffin-like tubes beloved of House - it was also an unexpected cheery shade of turquoise. I had to remove my legbrace (metal) and put down my crutches (metal) before going into the room, which was a bit of an issue, but the radiographer's assistant wheeled the (very non-metal) MRI chair over to the door and then joggled me across to the machine.
While doing a few test scans, the assistant realised my foot need to be chocked up with pads, so grabbed hold of my foot and lifted. I screamed. (Not at him, although I really would have thought he'd know better!) Anyway, MRI machines remain noisy (as instructed, I put on the ear defenders, then completely missed the various messages piped through a speaker from the radiographer). Sitting still was an effort, as various muscles seemed to want to twitch and flinch. My leg ended up strangely warm; I'm not sure if that was just the foam holding it in place or a sinister side-effect of magnets.
Afterwards, I was offered a CD with the images on. Except I'd have to pick it up from the reception at the other end of the car park. No matter! With my now-flexible brace and a tiny amount of weight on my right leg, I fair old raced across the car park. Snails gasped as I passed. ChrisC had to take more than one step every fifteen seconds or so just to keep up with me. You should have seen me go!
Sitting may be difficult, but we've got this walking thing cracked.
The evening had been scheduled as a meeting of my Writers' Triangle (like a Circle, but there's only three of us). My co-vertices had very kindly agreed to bring themselves to me instead of our usual meeting place, and we had a pleasant evening. I ate my dinner sitting at the table like a grown-up, and even had a glass of wine. Normality is in sight :)
Heroes of the day: lathany and chrestomancy, for coming over to visit, and ChrisC.
Yes, we missed Day 5. Not much happened. I did some work. I got a phone call from the hospital and arranged an MRI. I discovered that having a leg brace that bends slightly is awesome and has made getting about way easier. I even managed putting a microsmidge of weight on my right leg while moving around.
I also plucked up the courage to tell my dance team that I won't make the competition in two and a half weeks. rapperaddict was remarkably nice about it, and has agreed she won't hunt me down and kill me until I am better (apparently it's no fun if the prey can't move).
Day 6, however, didn't start too well. Something in the way I'd been sitting during the day (mostly on a bed, or sideways on a sofa, with my leg up) had strained my right hip. Despite (presumably) not being serious, my hip was incredibly painful and was preventing me from sitting or lying comfortably.
I whimpered and shuffled and stretched, and was generally a bit miserable. I took painkillers for the first time, as even resting I was in pain. OK. Maybe this sitting still and working all day is not the wisest course. I noticed that an appealing sepia-yellow bruising was spreading around the outside of my right knee (outside? the one area where apparently nothing much is damaged? bodies are weird).
On the plus side, my right knee was looking like a knee again! Not my knee, admittedly, as I have quite bony, nobbly knees, but it looked like a knee and not like the offspring of a sausage and a balloon.
The hospital (no concierge, but still a posh coffee machine) had a dinky little MRI machine just big enough to stick a single limb into. The machine was a far cry from the coffin-like tubes beloved of House - it was also an unexpected cheery shade of turquoise. I had to remove my legbrace (metal) and put down my crutches (metal) before going into the room, which was a bit of an issue, but the radiographer's assistant wheeled the (very non-metal) MRI chair over to the door and then joggled me across to the machine.
While doing a few test scans, the assistant realised my foot need to be chocked up with pads, so grabbed hold of my foot and lifted. I screamed. (Not at him, although I really would have thought he'd know better!) Anyway, MRI machines remain noisy (as instructed, I put on the ear defenders, then completely missed the various messages piped through a speaker from the radiographer). Sitting still was an effort, as various muscles seemed to want to twitch and flinch. My leg ended up strangely warm; I'm not sure if that was just the foam holding it in place or a sinister side-effect of magnets.
Afterwards, I was offered a CD with the images on. Except I'd have to pick it up from the reception at the other end of the car park. No matter! With my now-flexible brace and a tiny amount of weight on my right leg, I fair old raced across the car park. Snails gasped as I passed. ChrisC had to take more than one step every fifteen seconds or so just to keep up with me. You should have seen me go!
Sitting may be difficult, but we've got this walking thing cracked.
The evening had been scheduled as a meeting of my Writers' Triangle (like a Circle, but there's only three of us). My co-vertices had very kindly agreed to bring themselves to me instead of our usual meeting place, and we had a pleasant evening. I ate my dinner sitting at the table like a grown-up, and even had a glass of wine. Normality is in sight :)
Heroes of the day: lathany and chrestomancy, for coming over to visit, and ChrisC.