Sunday, May 03, 2009

I only said "4"

A note about the following video: If you're short on time, start at about 2:00 for the purposes of this blog. (Although the entire thing is hilarious.)

This weekend was interesting to say the least. After a sleep-deprived, yet wonderful time at Women's Conference with my mom, aunt and cousins, I decided to stay the rest of the weekend at home to spend time with Little Brother before he left on his internship in Arizona, and to basically relax. I also had plans to visit Miss Nesbit in Provo, shop for cellos, and maybe even see Wolverine.

Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans...

After a wonderful morning at the temple with the family, we decided to go to Walmart on the way home to pick up some things for Mom and Chris's trip to Arizona on Monday. Also? It was raining. So, Dad, being the living proof of chivalry, let the rest of us out of the car curbside so we don't have to walk as far in the aforementioned rain. I was hurrying ahead, careful not to slip on the cobblestone. (It's a really ritzy Walmart.) I made it to the automatic doors, then proceeded to take a spectacular dive on the small, but extremely slippery tile just inside the door.

A side note: I have what we call "broken Barbie doll knees." In medical circles, we call this severe hyperextension. Next time you see me in person, ask me to show you. I usually break it out at parties or for an icebreaker. Anyway, this cool trick means that I have poor support around the knee joint, with extra elastic-y tendons and ligaments.

Back to the dive: I fell and felt a "click out" of the knee as I fell. Painful. I then felt a "click in." Gross, but the pain is less. Also? I was in a dress when this happened, so a little worried about modesty. Anyway, Little Brother managed to seize the opportunity to find me a motorized scooter. That Chris, always thinking of others.

Anyway, I thought I was fine, but apparently my mother caught the bit about me writhing in pain so she insisted I go to the Emergency Room. I couldn't complain too much, since I have medical coverage and stuff.

After an emotionally tumultuous wait at triage (my brother is a funny, funny guy, who made me do that whole laugh/cry thing) I told them I was about a 4 in the pain scale. I went back, had some x-rays and talked to the doctor, who told me that everything was structurally normal, but that I should see an orthopedic surgeon in a few days to make sure I didn't damage any cartilage. She also gave me a knee immobilizer that prevents me from moving my leg in such a way as to cause pain, and also insures some amount of sympathy after going through this whole ordeal.

Anyway, long story short: I'm a klutz who hopes there will be no lasting effects due to my klutziness.

And now for an extra bonus:



Mallory said...

Aww, I heard about your fall throug the grapevine on Saturday. I hope you're feeling better!

Chris said...

Oh Megan, you are the best. Humor and laughter is such yummy medicine and besides, the alternitive isn't all that appealing in the long run.
Chris and I laughed listening to the video--now I get the '8' thing.
We're sweating in Pheonix, but it's so exciting to be here. Chris is extremely happy with his house and his roommates, and today we're off to scope out the 'hood' and other points of interest. Have a happy day!

Megan said...

Wow, Chris. That was a very Mom-ish comment to leave on my blog. And why are you talking about yourself in the third person?

Hee hee.

Miss Nesbit said...

Although I am quite sad that you hurt your knee, those clips were freaking hilarious. I shared them on facebook and twitter cause I thought they were great. I'm glad that despite your injury, I was still able to see you before I left! You are awesome!

MOM/SUSAN said...

In response to your response to "Chris'" comment: Hee, hee, hee.