Horrible week here in Indiana. There has been treacherous winter weather for a good part of the week, which I normally would gladly soak up if it hadn't led a painful turn of events.
Tuesday night as I arrived home from work in the midst of a winter storm warning, I noticed one of my neighbors having trouble backing her car out of the lot. So I went over and offered her a hand pushing it out. As I was trying to push the car out, I finally got a good grip on a piece of dry asphalt and then it happened....
The most intense, agonizing pain hit as I fell to the ground. In a brief moment of clarity it hit me, my kneecap is supposed to be in the front of my leg not on the side where it was currently residing. So with blind instinct I slid it back over and clamored away from the car that is still trying to reverse out of its spot.
As I sit there snow covered, shaking from cold and pain, and willing myself not to be sick, I hear "Are you OK?" at this point in time I am a lot of things but OK is not one of them. I have dislocated my knee and it is so painful I think I may pass out but am hoping to die instead.
Long story short after a lot of icing and a doctor visit, I have a lovely leg brace that I have to wear for a week and crutches to use for limited mobility. As a result, my couch has an exact indentation of my behind, I have been knitting like a fiend and experiencing extreme frustration with not being able go hardly anywhere because of slick conditions and stupid crutches. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't stop to help someone again, I would just be more aware of my own physical limitations.
It's a jungle out there.... take care of each other.