This here is the story of my knee. It was a very good knee, until it died. No, don't worry, it has been revived. This is the story of how it died and then was revived.
I blame this whole thing on faulty brakes. In the summer of 7th grade, I crashed a motorcycle. No, not the big ones. One made for smaller kids. You see, my awesome uncle is amazing at building things and fixing things up. It's so cool. The only problem is that brakes don't always work. I've been crashing go-karts into fences since I can remember. So we were vacationing and visited him, and he brought this motorcycle out for us to ride. I decided to ride it. No brakes + turning on gravel = scraped knee. Badly scraped knee. It hurt so bad I couldn't cry.
Skip to high school. Sometimes my knee would refuse to straighten and I would limp around. Skip to January 2010. I was playing basketball. I ran, and something funky happened with my knee. Enter intense pain and inability to straighten my knee at all. Enter days where I stayed home because I couldn't walk because it hurt so bad. Enter sleepless nights where I couldn't move an inch or pain would shoot up my leg and into the rest of my body. Enter a doctor visit.
Apparantly a piece of cartilage had broken off in my knee and calcified between my bones. Ow. Its equivalent is a rock in your shoe. So a surgery was scheduled.
In said surgery, we had to go with worst case scenario. When they went in, they took the piece out (I still have it -- SO COOL-- and it's the size of a big lima bean), but they saw that my body had not filled in where the cartilage had broken off. They micropunctured my knee, making the marrow bleed and fill in the hole.
The funny thing from this is that I had no funky side effects from the anesthesia. Well, alright, there was one. The nurse warned me that, for some reason, teenage girls sob when they wake up from anesthesia. I sobbed like a baby. And then a nurse, a few minutes later, asked me if I wanted anything to eat. I asked for a chewy chocolate chip cookie, because that was the first thing that popped into my head. As those words left my mouth, I was thinking that what I said was probably one of the stupidest things I could possibly say. They didn't have any chocolate cookies. So she got me a Fig Newton.
I was out for a week, doped up on percocet. I love percocet. It made my life so happy that week. Because they microfractured my knee, I had to stay off of it. My leg was in a knee immobilizer, which took up most of my leg, and I had to crutch around. My leg was never to touch the ground. So I spent the next month on the recliner, with my awesome Daddy getting me Fresca because I thought it was fun to say. My family took such good care of me. I love them. By the end of the month, I could scoot up the stairs on my butt and sleep on my brother's queen-sized bed. My futon in my sisters' room just couldn't cut it.
I was getting quite good at crutching around. I read online where Criminals Minds episodes correlated their material with Matthew Gray Gubler's knee surgery, and I thought "My surgical brothah!" It made crutches alot more cool. I wasn't supposed to put any weight on it for nine weeks. After a month, it was time for me to leave for college. The doctor told me to go ahead and try to start walking.
Now, four months after my surgery, I can walk. The crutches are in the dark corner of my closet. I can kneel, finally. Sorta. On soft surfaces. I still cannot run. And the other night I pushed my knee too hard and I'm in pain. T.T But such is life, and after a good, long shower I will be happy. Well, after finals are over and I get to ride the shuttle home, and take a bath rather than a shower, then I will be happy. And if I happen to get a guy, that would just add to my happiness.
Frabjous Day! Callou! Callay!
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