Ambulance Adventures

I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but my knees are not the best. Randomly and without warning, my kneecap will decide to go chill on the side of my knee instead of where it belongs. That somewhat complicates simple tasks.

Just recently, I was working out and my kneecap once again said, "Fuck this shit, I'm gonna go over there." Now what was I doing to cause that? Some sort of lower body machine? No. You would think that, but no. I was in fact in the process of sitting when I gracefully lost my balance and my knee was not having that mess.

At first I was shocked. A few years ago, I had surgery that was supposed to fix this little inconvenience. I tried to get it back in to place on my own, but it just wasn't happening. That's when the ambulance was called. By the time they arrived, I was in a lot of pain, so after three attempts at finding my vein, I was finally given some relief.

It was then we learned that when I am under the influence of Demerol, I become quite...interesting. As the paramedics worked on getting me onto a stretcher, I was alternating between threatening to sue and laughing hysterically at the posters on the wall. Once on the ambulance, I requested that we stop for pancakes on the way to the emergency room and then I wanted to play Angry Birds on the clipboard my new best friend Paramedic Guy was writing on.

I made it to the ER, was carted away to a room. A doctor examined my knee and saw that it was indeed messed up. They transferred me to a bed at which point my kneecap decided to go back to where it belongs and all was well once again. Sort of.

In a few weeks, I'll be finding out if I need a second surgery. So that's the wild and crazy time I've been having and the reason I haven't updated the blog recently. It's a non-stop party over here.