About 100 years ago... gosh, I can't even really think of the date 1994ish?
I went skiing and as happens I had to go for one last run.
Oh yeah, it was the last. I was tired and stupid and totally ruined my knee.
A month after the accident I was still in so much pain that I cried and cried when they tried to examine me. The doctor stopped immediately, wrote me a prescription and told me to come back when he could examine me.
My universe went on day in and day out regardless of the pain. I had to go on.
I have to say that having tripped over a door mat that was strategically placed to keep a door open, is not only stupid but oh so painful. I have found myself with my 'good' knee giving me grief... oh, it is not much, a bit swollen, but nothing like when I lost the other knee. What I'm trying to figure out is how I withstood the pain of the other knee. How did I go on? How did I make life function as usual?
I have not a clue.
I am whining. I am not happy. I am not pleased that I have to think to walk.