With everyone out of the house, I've been taking advantage and doing some serious fall cleaning. I actually managed to clear all of the flat spaces in the living room and reorganized the closet. For days, I've been carrying out loads of junk and trash. It's just so wonderful to be able to reclaim the apartment from the crud pile-up. Or it was until yesterday.
I was taking out the last load of 'debris' from the closet, on my way to the hospital to see Mark. It was seriously heavy and I ended up just dragging it through the parking lot to the dumpster. Now, someone with a little sense, would have pulled the heaviest items out of the bundle and thrown them in, one at a time. Not me!
Swinging the ruined hamper, loaded down with 2 old air mattresses, back and forth to get it high enough to clear the side of the dumpster, I gave a great final throw. And crashed to the ground in screaming pain.
The top of my left leg had swung left; the bottom of the leg went right. When I landed with a hideously painful thud on the pavement, I immediately grabbed for my left knee. The kneecap was now positioned on the outside of the leg - 90 degrees out of position! Since I was already in agony, I just shoved the kneecap back into place. Amazingly, I didn't pass out from the pain.
Knowing that I wasn't going to be able to get up by myself, I made the excruciatingly embarrassing call to 911. Happily, it didn't take them long to get there, help me up, and get me back into the apartment. When asked if I wanted to go to the hospital, I said that I didn't. As long as I kept my foot flat, I could limp up the stairs - with some help - so I didn't think it would be that bad. That was about 4:30pm.
By 9:00pm, my knee was the size of a medium grapefruit and hurting so badly that I was in tears. Like it or not, I had to go to the hospital. Once again I called 911 and waited for them to arrive. Unfortunately, I had locked the door when I came upstairs at 4:30pm and couldn't get out of the recliner to unlock it now. So, I suggested that the fire department contact the manager who lives here, for a key.
As luck would have it, the manager wasn't home. So, I had to painfully lower myself out of the chair to the floor and scoot to the door. Suddenly, I was very glad we have a small apartment. Since I couldn't straighten or bend my knee any more than it was, or stand the incredible pain that shot through my leg when I stood up on my right leg, the paramedics had to carry me down to a gurney at the bottom of the stairs.
At the emergency room, they gave me morphine and took 80 million x-rays. I had slammed my back into the dumpster, which now felt like a broken rib, but the chest and back x-rays were clear. The knee was another story. I had fractured my kneecap - breaking off a small piece of bone. After another dose of morphine, they put an immobilizer on the knee, called me a cab and sent me home. It took about 2 hours to finally get a cab to the hospital and I was just worn out by the time we were on the way.
Luckily, when I got here, there were 2 big burly guys helping their mom move in and they pretty much carried me up to the apartment. (With 2 doses of morphine, I wasn't exactly good on the crutches!) I couldn't stop at a pharmacy for pain pills at 2:30am, so - before I sat down again - I stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed the ibuprofen.
After about 4 hours sleep in the recliner, my knee isn't quite as bad today. In fact, I can actually balance on the toes, while reaching for the crutches. The only problem is that my legs are actually too long for the recliner, so my foot dangles off the front edge, creating pressure on the muscles.
I wonder if I knew I'd need a clear path through the apartment, when I bulldozed the clutter out of the way a few days ago?

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Jules
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