Last Monday I fell on my knee... hard. Here's how it happened:
I took a personal day and was sitting in the RA (Resident Assistant) office heating up some lunch and watching TV as I did my laundry. I then decided to clean up the office by putting the open boxed of soda cans in the fridge.
Well, I knocked a ginger ale off the table, the top slit open a smidgen and the can began spraying soda like a fire hydrant. Annoyed, I pick it up. It slips out of my hand and drops to the floor AGAIN. Now, the soda is coming out from the top and bottom of the can at a rapid speed. I hurriedly grab the can and run, keeping it at my feet so it doesn't get all over the office. I then open the door, drop the can ONE MORE TIME, slip (on the spilt soda) as I went to pick it up and WHAM. I smash my left knee into the hard, uneven floor. I was in so much pain! However, I had to get the soda can into the garbage that was 5 feet away from my fallen self. I slid myself up with my arms, dragging my left leg, hobbled on to my right leg and hopped to the trash can.
Limping back into the office, I knew my knee was badly banged up. I was afraid I did serious damage. The next day, I ignored my pain and danced the Ceili in my Irish Step and Studies class. I had so much fun that I forgot my knee was busted... until I stopped dancing. Shooting pain persisted for the rest of the day.
A couple days later--OK, 6 days later--I went to the doctor and he told me that I most likely sprained my knee cap and ACL **sigh of relief**. My current treatment is warm compress until the swelling goes down.
This. Is. My. Life.
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