Ouch.
I managed to dislocate my knee over the Christmas break
(1999). Nope, not skiing, not biking, not doing bloody anything!
I was leaning into my truck to toss something into the back, and
whack!
$%@#%!@! I've certainly never felt so much pain before --
or screamed so desperately.
Ugh. And this, while in New Mexico, 30 miles from the
nearest town and further to the nearest hospital. Luckily, I wasn't
alone
(or on foot, ugh) and Adrena was able to get me to a hospital in a
couple of hours.
Ahhhh, morphine....
So, a few minutes after these pictures were taken, the
doctor whacked my kneecap back into place.
Then I was given a knee immobilizer and a set of crutches
(oh boy) for the following four weeks.
(Yeah, and no skiing or biking for a while.)
Hey, no matter... at least it doesn't HURT !#@$!# like
that anymore!
