I felt I should make that clear from the get-go.
I fell at work on Friday. My heal caught the top of the second to last step as I was stepping down and I fell, books in hands (I’m a librarian, of course I had books in my hands) and landed on my right knee. Heard a pop and rolled over to a sitting position but my leg would not straighten, and holy house cats did it hurt. I yelled up and they called the EMS. Two amazing dudes, that one day I will return their blankets and make them cookies, came in and we discuss that my right knee does not look like my left knee (it was still hidden in jeans).
Dude: You watch football?
Me: Yeah, I like football.
Dude: Who won the Super Bowl?
Me: Patrick Mahomes (now I do know he had help but I was in a ton of pain right then)
Dude: Exactly, you see you and Patrick have something in common right now.
Now had I not been in so much pain, I might have said well it is not our income or our resumes perhaps it is our extremely good looks. But I was not thinking that fast, I just looked at him.
We then discuss how these were my favorite jeans (they were) and that they need to be cut but would make lovely shorts. I clung to hand of Dude2 like a barnacle on the hull of a ship, while Dude1 put my patella back in place. I tried to bend it and oops out again. We then repeated the process and decided I should never, ever, ever bend this knee again in my lifetime.
I declined their nice offer to ER in the ambulance (tempting though) and had my husband take me to the Ortho place near my house. Full immobilization for the weekend (told you I am never bending this thing again), MRI yesterday, results tomorrow but we are already pre-certifying surgery. Which doesn’t surprise me if that is next step as I can finally feel my patella (swelling down a bit) and it is not in its happy home.
I’m sure could come at a worse time; I think. My biggest work event is Saturday. We had a 10 day vacation planned with concert tickets. My MIL is recovering from her sixth round of chemo and my dad has heart surgery tomorrow. A tad overwhelming but manageable. Mr. Rogers told us that didn’t he? “Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone.” So I blog my worries and you listen and I already feel better.
I will channel Mr. Rogers and @PatrickMahomes for the next 24 hours until I know for sure (and then maybe find a #15 shirt to wear to PT for the next many months). I have always been a big believer in you go through things for a reason; just not sure what the reason for this one is at the moment. I’m thankful I have a great group of friends and a family to help me in this process. Not to mention I think it is kinda cool that I have something in common with Patrick Mahomes, why it might even be “the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Dear Kristan’s Kneecap,
Please return to your original place setting.
We will not be paying royalties if this cease and desist is not obeyed. 🦵😘
Patrick Mahomes Kneecap Agent
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