Knee Ligament Saga Part 1

Most of you know that I have injured my knee jumping on the trampoline with my nephew.  When I heard my knee snap I guess I didn’t stop jumping right away because it didn’t hurt immediately.  Not to mention the fact that in my entire life I have never had any kind of issue with bones breaking, ligaments snapping or things twisting the wrong way.

 

My physical body on the outside has always been in tip-top shape due to my wonderful genetic German genes.  My stocky build I have has suited me well all these years.  Of course I complain because it’s not the most feminine look but without my build I would have never survived living on my own for so many years.  I can open jars, place heavy things up high and load my own truck.  Mind you, I still have trouble with that whole breathing thing but if I take my time – I’m good to go on my own. 

 

SO you can imagine that I didn’t think it was a big deal when I heard the old snap-a-roo going down in my knee.  I thought I just maybe cracked the bones or something – you know, like when you crack your knuckles or something?  It wasn’t until I jumped another 20 minutes that I noticed something not right.

 

I got down off of the trampoline and realize my one knee was swelling and red.  This is about when the pain set in.  I took some ibuprofen right away and I figured it would just go away soon enough. Fast forward to that night and my leg was soon giving out on me forcing me to hop or crawl from room to room.  I loaded myself down with some more ibuprofen and figured by morning I should be ok.  Morning came and the limp continued.  This is about the time that I thought – ok, maybe I hurt myself but added the comforting “I’m sure it will be ok by the end of the day”.

 

The day came and went and the heels I had chosen to wear to work were the curse of me.  I didn’t go to the printer.  I didn’t roam the halls to ask questions.  I sat at my desk whimpering to myself in pain. The pain had become unbearable.  I took more pills and hoped for the best as I reached for the phone to admit my defeat to the doctor’s office appointment line.

 

“What will you be seen for?” She asked as if it would be so easy to tell her in broad daylight.

 

Scrunching down in my chair, looking around my cube area to make sure no one was around I whispered, “I think I hurt my knee jumping on a trampoline…”

 

The embarrassing rush of blood came to my face warming it briefly. It was like I was admitting my age or worse – MY WEIGHT!  I hung up the phone after the appointment was set and listened to the uneasy silence as if everyone in the entire building had heard my admission.  Secretly, I was anxiously awaiting my appointment day and was hoping for the best.

 

I was officially a gimp…