Today is my third day on crutches, and I am not happy. Saturday at Karate was having a great workout, really enjoying things when it happened...
Leg to the floor after a round kick, slightly off balance, weight onto the leg and CRACK. I wanted to scream the pain was so excrutiating. I managed to hold the screams in as both James and Jane were there and I did not want to upset them too much. As it was Jane was crying when she saw me on the floor holding my leg. Sensei asked if I was OK, then asked me to move to the side of the room so the class could continue... what the... so two of my friends helped me to the side of the room. Then I just sat on the floor gulping in air trying to focus on not throwing up. My friends were racing around trying to find a bag for me to be sick in, thankfully I managed to keep it down, because the bad they found wasn't up to much.
I can honestly say it was the worst pain I have ever felt. That is after labour and caesareans, cracked nipples, mastitis and all of that stuff (previously the mastitis topped it for me) each time I had to move my leg I felt like I would black out. Thankfully my friend Sophie was there to help, she organised the kids to be picked up by her husband and taken home, then she got me to the hospital and stayed with me while they did their thing there. The Emergency Ward was empty when we arrived, and all up it only took two and a half hours and we were heading home. The diagnosis, torn medial ligament. My knee is the size of a rockmelon and I am on crutches for a week at least. The first night at home was painful and I did not sleep well, I then spent most of Sunday on the lounge with my leg up, pain was slightly improved, and I slept slightly better the second night. The bigger kids are off to school today and a friend is picking up Joan to take her to playschool this afternoon so I dont have to worry about them for the rest of the day so I might be able to catch up on some sleep then.
Looks like I will be out of action for the whole week, then hopefully I will be able to start doing things again next week.
Not happy.
2 comments:
Jeez, I think your sensei might be my mom! Sorry to hear about your injury ~ that's bad luck. I hope it feels better soon, so here's to a rapid recovery...
Funny how that happens isn't it? You get moving along, you're doing so well, everything's peachy ... and then the pitfall. And you have to wonder if you can get back on track, then you have to fear that you'll never back to doing as well as you were ... and then you never start because you "just know" you can't do it anyway ...
That's me lately. But I am encouraged, and I'm trying again. I hope to see that you did, too!
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