There’s a photie of my leg. It’s not usually so chubby looking but when Sunday lunch turns in to filling a kettle and that turns in to “the most severe dislocation of a knee I’ve ever seen” according to two ambulance drivers – this is the result.
Unfortunately, no one at my sister’s palace had the journalistic foresight to take a photo of the injury itself, which means I’m unable to gross you out with the full extent of why I said so many bad words, screamed and maybe even cried.
So sitting up in bed reflecting on yesterday, my left lower limb is still in it’s bandaged state and has a good level of ouch every time I attempt to move. Here’s what happened, and more importantly what it means:
We’ eaten Sunday lunch and desert at my sister Jayne’s and our mother showed up to interrupt an episode if 24 with a new kettle. I offered to go fill it and boil it. If only…
Enroute from the kitchen I slipped on some water that their Beagle has drooled all over the tiled floor. As I looked forward I saw my niece Kacie coming towards me, and in the attempt to save myself from falling, the lower part of my leg went to my right and the weight of my entire body to the left.
Through my jeans I could see my knee-cap was on the under left side of my leg. “That’s not supposed to be there”.
999 call made by Jayne, and a full sixty-minute wait until help arrived, and immediate access to Gas and Air wasn’t enough to keep me from SCREAMING, so I had a nice dose of Morphene to relax me, so the Ambulance Gods could push and shove my knee cap around the side of my knee, across the top and back in to it’s little groove.
Once there, instant pain relief.
So now it’s the swelling and the streeeeetched ligaments are pretty ouchy and mean I’m facing some pretty serious physio therapy for a little while.
Freddie Mercury is one of my all time favourite artists, and my 2 gigs this week, one Wednesday and the other Saturday, will be going on and I’ll be taking pain killers and pushing myself to work through any discomfort or pain to make sure we have fantastic nights in Cambridge and at Jarrow Civic (which is an open night, so I’d love to see you there, bring your get-well-soon cards 😉 )