Thursday, May 23, 2013

Graceful

Believe it or not, I was a dancer. I took 11 years of dance lessons and was in competition Dance Troupe during high school. That does not, however, translate to grace apparently. 

In the midst of talking, tossing my son's athletic support to my husband (hey, he was chafing after 4 back to back tournament games in hot weather!), wearing flip flops, and walking up bleachers at a baseball game, I bit it. Not a "oh, whoops, that-was-embarrassing" kind of slip but an "all-of-my-weight-just-landed-on-my-knee-slammed-against-the-bleacher-and-my-leg-looks-and-feels-broken" kind of fall. Yes, this is what my parent's investment in years of dance training landed me over the weekend:





Day 1: kind of swollen and sore, but over not too bad



Day 2: uh, oh - not sure my knee is supposed to be that size... and I think it should bend, right? 




Day 3: more swelling and the bruising begins... more pain and having trouble with range of motion



And, a lovely shade of purple on my thigh... I blame it on massive amounts of soft tissue located there :) 


Day 4: broke down and went to the doctor because of more discoloration/mottling, persistent pain & swelling (albiet better) and blood pooling in my foot/ankle
 

So, of course the doctor wants an MRI of my MCL. I asked her if I could have one more week to see if it gets any better and she begrudgingly obliged. I am holding out hope that it gets better! She put me on an aspirin regimen to keep the blood flowing and keep any clots from forming. In the meantime, I'll just be a little gimpy... but hey, at least the money they spent on braces worked out okay!