When the story isn’t good enough… ~The KneeSmashing Edition~

January 4, 2011

So on December 23rd, 2010, my life took an immobilizing turn for the worse, in my head at least.  Well it got a lot harder to move around and get where I have to get… Most of my days are home on a couch now.  Waiting to be healed, treading on a thin ligament hoping that it’ll survive that one next step.

Maybe it’s not as bad as I think, but nothing is worse than being manic and hyperactive and having your freedom taken away from you. I’ve spoken about the crutches and the fall and the being stuck in the house and most people would think of the awesomeness of being cooped up in their house but for me that’s hell.  I hate being stuck, I can’t deal with being stuck somewhere, mostly in the house.  Yet here I am, stuck in the house, at the whim of my crutches, only able to get as far as the crutches allow me, which is not down the stairs…

So I wait, in the house… For the appointment with the surgeon or specialist, whatever he may be.  Still my phone doesn’t ring…

How did this happen you wonder, well I wish I had a good story, maybe one of lesbian fighting bears, or me having to get involved in a police chase that lead to a mexican stand off at a dam where I fell off the edge and landed in the water, spraining my knee…

Nope, it has nothing to do with any of the above mentioned scenarios… Here’s what really happened:

So it’s December 23rd and I’m partying in Timmins at Amanda’s.  There’s a few people there, me and Samantha, Adam *(my brother) shows up with his friends Lorne and Kevin.  There’s a few more people there, we drink and decide to go to the bar.  We have to call two cabs, the boys head in one, and the girls in another.

We get there first, (the girls cab), we head in and the boys shortly after… that maybe wrong, the night is pretty fuzzy, and gets fuzzier as it goes on but I’ll try to recollect the events that I can remember…

All I know is that there are shots involved, between me and the bro, and whatever shooter girl floated around Amigos that night…

I remember going to the bathroom a few times, I remember smoke breaks…

I remember heading on stage with Amanda and the boys that she was dancing with…

I remember the guy breaking the bottle, then slashing the other guy’s face with the broken glass, then the blood… Holy shite, only in Timmins right? I remember avoiding the blood…

(What I did not remember is someone in the group we were with, getting kicked out and us deciding to head to another bar…at 200am, or close to it.)

I remember walking through the parking lot, unsure why we were walking there but following the crowd… I wasn’t sure why we left at the time, I just followed the rest of them. Them being me, Amanda, Sam and Adam.  Just friends, walking to another bar…

…and then I slipped…

I was wearing bad boots to start, that was my own downfall.  Brown ankle boots, with absolutely no grips on the bottom of them.  My foot slipped out, on the horizontal.  This means that all my body weight is pressed on that inner knee of mine… It’s not meant to do that…  *CUE BLINDING WHITE PAIN & FALLING*

“I’m falling…” I think to myself, as I snap from the white pain that encompasses my mind.  I land on the cold, frozen ground, my left leg beneath me, the right one at an odd angle off to my right side.

Hands in my armpits, as I hear laughter resonating in my mind… “What’s going on… ” I wonder, kind of outloud but not… as my brother picks me up.  In a daze, I step down to stand as he lifts me…

My knee gives again, the joint popping inwards.  Blinding pain cripples me again as I fall, my brother allowing me to slip from his grip.  He didn’t know, he didn’t understand what he did… My knee sent blinding pain to my brain, throbbing electricity jolted from my toes to the top of my head, I didn’t think of anything, all I could do is scream… “Call dad” and collapse in a heap, on top of the snow, shuddering in pain.

I don’t remember much between crying and falling and getting home.  I actually don’t remember getting home, or Dad dropping off my friends or me sleepwalking that night either… *(See Sleepwalking Notes To Follow…)

I woke up with a wrecked knee, as I call it, dislocated and headed up to the hospital.  Dad drove me up and put me in a wheelchair to take me in.  Dad does NOT have a driver’s license for driving around patients in wheelchairs, I realized as he smashes my food, attached to the bad knee into the curb…  We’re in and out of the hospital in record time.  I am now sporting a new thigh to ankle brace, or knee immobilizer, and a shiny new pair of crutches… I’m heading back to Ottawa and waiting on the orthopaedic specialist…  That’s the story, no awesomeness, no wicked ending, just a slip and fall on ice.

Yay me…

The sleepwalking story is kinda cool though, that’ll come soon. Oh yeah, and there’s 2 of them… (Sleepwalking stories… hehehe)

Written by mandydegeit Posted in Miscellaneous