I may be, officially, the clumsiest person ever. Last night I tripped while walking down the street in flipflops and twisted my right knee so badly that I could barely walk. I thought that it would just get better - I've had weak knees for years and am always hurting them but they always seem to recover fairly quickly - but when I woke up this morning I couldn't put any weight on my right leg at all. I called my GP's practice to see what I should do, and they told me to go to to A&E. (That's the emergency room, for all you Americans out there.) So Jon and I limped over to hospital* and waited. And waited. And waited. Obviously, a bad knee put me at the very bottom of the triage list - but I did get seen eventually by a very nice doctor who hurt me very much by poking and prodding and testing my knee. The diagnosis? An acutely strained quadricep. I didn't realize this, but it turns out your quads go down your thighs and then sort of down around your kneecap - that's the bit that I strained.
So I'm on crutches, ice, and painkillers for the next few days, and I have to say farewell to my plan of going dancing on Friday night. Boh.
But the best part of the whole experience? It. Was. Free. Not once was I asked for an insurance card or number, not once was I asked to pay for anything in any way. I love the NHS.
Second-best part of the experience: Jon. He came with me to A&E and has been taking care of me all afternoon. Thank you Jon!
*In England, you don't go to the hospital. You go to hospital. I don't know why.
I went "to hospital" earlier in the year with a 2 day long killer migraine. I waited. And waited. And waited. And by the time they saw me, it was starting to go away. If I was in the US they would have put me on a morphine drip and done a brain scan!
ReplyDeleteOMG! Glad to see you are feeling a little better!
ReplyDeleteNot to sound like your mom, but take care of yourself. No heels for you for awhile!
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