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Tomorrow, I finish up the semester. I am ready. I don't think I've ever been this ready for a semester to be over. Of course, I start the minimester on Monday. But that's fine. Keeps me out of trouble during the holidays. :)
So you all know that I'm clumsy, right? Well, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I fell. Just walking in the street. No reason. Not even wearing complicated or tricky shoes. Just flat out fell on my knee. So it puffed up. But after being waited on all during the break (my family = awesome), the swelling went down and it was well on its way to recovery.
Well, apparently, I did something else to it when I got back. It was probably the massive unloading of the car. I blame the sheer volume of candy that I brought home. Anyway, it puffed up again, so last Tuesday, I went to the doctor. She said that it was probably nothing to worry about but sent me for an x-ray, just in case.
I got the x-ray results Thursday - "possible tibial fracture" - so the doctor sent me for an MRI.
Things I do not like about the MRI -
1. They play smooth jazz to relax you.
2. Turns out, it is damn near impossible for me to stay still for 30-45 minutes.
3. Apparently, one is not supposed to sleep during an MRI. If you do not want me to sleep, perhaps do not play smooth jazz. Throw in some Prodigy or death metal or something.
I went ahead at this point and purchased crutches. If it was a sprain, I could justify hobbling around in a brace. But broken bones really should not bear weight.
MRI results revealed that it was not a fracture (yay!) but rather a torn meniscus. Fun to say, not fun to experience. She then said things like "ligaments" and "buckling," at which point I interrupted before I threw up.
So now I'm sporting a super-brace for the next four weeks (so....no training for the half marathon in March? No? That's what I thought. *sigh*) and hoping that it improves. I'm using the crutches for long treks, like to school, but I'm extraordinarily bad at them. Me on crutches = comedy gold.
icalynn and elsmoka for the virtual cookies! Tomorrow, I finish up the semester. I am ready. I don't think I've ever been this ready for a semester to be over. Of course, I start the minimester on Monday. But that's fine. Keeps me out of trouble during the holidays. :)
So you all know that I'm clumsy, right? Well, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I fell. Just walking in the street. No reason. Not even wearing complicated or tricky shoes. Just flat out fell on my knee. So it puffed up. But after being waited on all during the break (my family = awesome), the swelling went down and it was well on its way to recovery.
Well, apparently, I did something else to it when I got back. It was probably the massive unloading of the car. I blame the sheer volume of candy that I brought home. Anyway, it puffed up again, so last Tuesday, I went to the doctor. She said that it was probably nothing to worry about but sent me for an x-ray, just in case.
I got the x-ray results Thursday - "possible tibial fracture" - so the doctor sent me for an MRI.
Things I do not like about the MRI -
1. They play smooth jazz to relax you.
2. Turns out, it is damn near impossible for me to stay still for 30-45 minutes.
3. Apparently, one is not supposed to sleep during an MRI. If you do not want me to sleep, perhaps do not play smooth jazz. Throw in some Prodigy or death metal or something.
I went ahead at this point and purchased crutches. If it was a sprain, I could justify hobbling around in a brace. But broken bones really should not bear weight.
MRI results revealed that it was not a fracture (yay!) but rather a torn meniscus. Fun to say, not fun to experience. She then said things like "ligaments" and "buckling," at which point I interrupted before I threw up.
So now I'm sporting a super-brace for the next four weeks (so....no training for the half marathon in March? No? That's what I thought. *sigh*) and hoping that it improves. I'm using the crutches for long treks, like to school, but I'm extraordinarily bad at them. Me on crutches = comedy gold.
