I�m 31 fucking years old, folks. This kind of shit should not be happening to me.
Last night, I�m in our room unhooking a TV. We brought the one from our room to the basement for the weekend and I was in the process of replacing it. I was plugging and unplugging and decided to take one plug from the power strip to the wall. So, I leaned over the dresser and reached for the outlet.
POP!
There went my left knee.
Here�s what I think happened. I was standing with most of my weight on my left leg to best reach towards the outlet (remember, I�m reaching over a low dresser and then back down). When I leaned, my left knee gave in. The knee bent to the right (not a direction meant for knees) and I heard one of the most awful sounds I�ve ever heard. My knee sounded like it shattered. I think I have a MCL sprain. I think this because I saved some of my college textbooks, including an Athletic Training text. When I took that class, I knew I�d never �need� it, but it was cool and I figured it would eventually come in handy. It did.
So, I did the only thing I could think to do: fall to the ground like I�d been shot and start screaming. I mean screaming. Like I had been shot. I didn�t know if I should be screaming, crying or passing out. It was that bad. So, I screamed�and screamed.
JewelrySlut was all the way down here so it took her a few moments to get to me. By then, Shmuppie was standing over my mostly limp and loud body.
Naturally, the phone rang at that moment. I had also unplugged the phone in our room, so JewelrySlut had to go to the kitchen. It was QuasiWife who wanted to babble about this or that. Eventually, I made my way downstairs (mostly on my butt) and I got myself some ice. After I could see straight, I had JewelrySlut perform a few tests on me. I don�t think my ACL is torn. The mechanics of the injury were there for an ACL tear, but I think the test was negative. The MCL test also seemed not to indicate a tear, but I think that�s the problem. I can�t put weight on the leg and it�s starting to lock up.
Thanks to the joy of HMOs, I have an appointment at 11:30 with my primary...just to get a referral to an orthopedist. I think the end result will be crutches, a brace and some PT. I can�t fucking wait.
I mean, who the hell blows their knee while putting a plug into the wall.
Well, time to go. Wish me luck.