chalk it up under “only fucking me”
I posted earlier that I’d fallen at practice while going to get water. Not doing anything cool, or learning cool new things, but going to get water.
Flat out fell - full body - lie there and laugh ‘cause you can’t do anything else kinda’ thing…
Problem is, not so funny when I got home. It swelled, it got horridly painful, it just got worse. So I head to the emergency clinic, figure I’ll maybe get it wrapped and some anti-inflammatory or pain killers.
NO - I get pulled right to the back through everyone in the waiting room. Seen right away, xrays right away, moved to ortho right away, see no less than three doctors who are now discussing sending me by ambulance to the hospital for immediate surgery. Read that again… by AMBULANCE for IMMEDIATE SURGERY.
I get heavy duty pain killers, wait an hour for them to set in so they can test my range of motion again. If it’s no better, off in the ambulance I go. If it’s better, no surgery tonight.
Thank God, it was better. Not a lot, but better.
In the end, I leave with a crap load of Percoset, crutches, word to stay off of it completely until I’m seen at the Acute Knee Injury Clinic. My 25 in 5 this month? not going to happen. The Resolution Run 5k on New Year’s Eve? not going to happen.
I have lofty goals of being back on it some time in January… I won’t know, I guess, until I go to the knee clinic. At this point, all I know is that I have an Meniscus Tear.
Seriously though - all from getting a fucking drink of water. Behold I am Jill, Queen of the Klutz’s…