I'm here to report the world's stupidest at-work injury. Yesterday I completely blew out my knee, went to the emergency room to stabilize it, and will probably require surgery this summer. No, I'm not a running back for the NFL, I'm not a firefighter, I'm not an Olympic gymnast, I'm a...wait for it...TEACHER. Yep, 5th grade math did me in. I was sitting on my stool at the front of the class, innocently extolling the virtues of 3-dimensional figures, I went to stand up and SNAP! My knee apparently exploded.
X-rays showed no broken bones, so the ER doctor said it was some wild soft tissue damage. He couldn't determine exactly which tendons/ligaments were involved, though, because the whole thing was too tender for him to do a proper exam on it. (He said it was "internally deranged." I find that diagnosis kind of funny!) He splinted it up and sent me home with crutches, anti-inflammatories, and pain meds, with instructions to see my own doctor in the next couple days for a more thorough exam. That appointment is tomorrow, and I can't imagine the doctor telling me it's just fine, as I can't put any weight on that leg or even straighten it more than 45 degrees.
Today I crutched out onto the porch and my husband brought me chickens and mealworms. That's true love.
Think of my and my poor battered knee...
--Nikki
X-rays showed no broken bones, so the ER doctor said it was some wild soft tissue damage. He couldn't determine exactly which tendons/ligaments were involved, though, because the whole thing was too tender for him to do a proper exam on it. (He said it was "internally deranged." I find that diagnosis kind of funny!) He splinted it up and sent me home with crutches, anti-inflammatories, and pain meds, with instructions to see my own doctor in the next couple days for a more thorough exam. That appointment is tomorrow, and I can't imagine the doctor telling me it's just fine, as I can't put any weight on that leg or even straighten it more than 45 degrees.
Today I crutched out onto the porch and my husband brought me chickens and mealworms. That's true love.
Think of my and my poor battered knee...
--Nikki