Update from the cripple herself

Hi guys, just writing to let you know how I've been. Not too good would be the sum up.

As Brian was saying, I hurt my knee playing touch footy on Wednesday night. The game had only been going for about 5 minutes, and I had been playing quite well. I gathered up the ball from the play the ball, and started my run down the field at a fair clip. I don't remember if I tried to do a step or what, but I do remember hearing two clicking noises as I felt two places in my knee give way, then it buckled under me, and down I went in a screaming heap. The pain was quite something, I remember that. I was carried off the field, and ice was brought for me. For about 20-25 minutes the pain continued at an intense level, as I fought back tears. I've been trying so hard to get fit lately, and lose some weight, and this just seemed unfair, I hadn't been doing anything risky or stupid. Everyone was very concerned and helpful, which was nice. I did have a bit of a cry while they weren't looking, I was very shaky and I knew I'd done some pretty bad damage.

I called Brian to pick up some painkillers on his way home, then I managed with the help of a friend to hobble to my car and get home. I rang the physio office, but they were closed for the night as I had suspected they would be. I've hurt myself before, so I knew the drill for what to do until I could get to the physio. Leg elevated, ice on for 2o minutes, off for 20 minutes continuously, as well as a compression bandage.

I managed to get an appointment to the physio yesterday afternoon at 2.30. The physio I go to is located in my local gym where I'm a member. I joked with Brian that I'd actually have to use the lift I had scoffed at so many times in the past; I'd thought it was a bit soft doing a workout then using a lift to get back to the carpark instead of the stairs!

Anyway, karma, or something out there had a good laugh, as when I arrived, the lift was out of order! I stared at it in stunned disbelief for a good 30 seconds. Grimly, I looked at the two flights of stairs to go down. I can barely walk, so this was going to be a challenge. I made it, but man was I pissed that that elevator was out of action!

As for the physio, he thinks I'll probably have to see a knee specialist. My knee is quite swollen, and the muscles around it have shut down to some extent to protect it. This made it impossible for him to do some of the tests that would confirm if I've torn or merely strained a ligament. He mentioned that an MRI would probably be needed, or if I was claustrophobic about that they could do keyhole surgery to take a look. What a fab choice! All I know of MRI scans comes from the TV show House (although I notice Brian has put up a link about it, will have to have a read), and without fail in House when someone gets an MRI they start freaking out, or have a seizure that nearly kills them! Not that I think that will happen of course!

Anyway, the physio will see me on Monday again, the swelling should have gone done a bit since then, and hopefully my muscles will relax enough for him to conclusively tell what I've done to my knee. If it's torn, it could mean surgery, or it could mean extensive physio.

So with those ideas ringing in my ears, I'm at home for the next few days, doing all the right stuff with resting, icing etc, and having a stern talk to my knee. "Just you think about healing yourself young lady, or you know the consequences!"

While I don't believe in God or prayers, I know some of you out there do, so I'm hedging my bets! If you could put in a good word for me, that would be much appreciated. :)