I've had a fun past few days - not. We were out yard saling on Sat, stopped off at the library to drop off some books & to pick up a book. We were getting back into the car, my knee gave out & I dislocated my knee.
Talk about pain.
I though I've felt pain before - when we were in the car accident three years ago, my knee surgery in 92, my migraines, the whole gland/jaw pain I get, etc. etc. etc.
But this was HORRIBLE.
I screamed like a banshee.
The cops arrived first - while Jon called my parents. No matter how old you get, you want your mommy when you are hurting or sick. Luckily they were in the area. No so luckily, the ambulance was on their way back from Worcester (30 minutes away normally) from another run.
I kept screaming.
The cop tried to move me - or offered to move me. I was on the ground, half on the curb and half on some woman's lawn. But I couldn't move. All I could do was scream.
The emt's arrived, spent a few minutes trying to find a decent vein. In the meantime, I was getting so sunburnt from the sun shining through the windows, that one of the other guys on the scene held a blanket over us to shield us from the sun.
First dose of morphaine in - helped, but a panicky me burnt through the first does almost instantly.
More morphaine. More morphaine.
They finally moved me onto the board & into the ambulance. I'm still screaming bloody murder. I didn't know it, but they actually popped my knee back into place - they couldn't move me unless they popped me knee back in.
I was in so much pain, they RAN out of morphaine on the ambulance & had to meet up with another bus for more.
Finally, the last dose worked, & I was happy. Very, very happy.
When they wheeled me into the hospital, I announced to the world at large that at least I knew I wasn't pregnant since I just had my period.
I was drugged.
I was a little stoned out of my mind.
The end result was I was fine, though badly hurting. They gave me crutches & a knee brace & told me to ice it & follow up with a regular doctor in a few days & gave me lots of pain killers.
So, off to Douglas & my parents house I went. We live on the 3rd floor. They have a couple of steps to get inside. So we've been living with my parents again. Not fun. But better than the alternative, I guess.
The good news is, Jon went home, got Zorro & his food & my log cabin knitting, so I have lots of log cabin knitting to show you. I finished reading my book, and have watched a horredous amount of bad tv.
And my mother took these photos of me crying on Sat, so I have photos to show you all!