Randomness of Odyssey

The 12 Stages of Recovering from a Dislocated Knee

Update: 8 long weeks since the knee accident...

Guys! I survived. It's been rough but I'm here.

I've gotten food, water, WiFi, and a lot of time to myself.

It's all you need as an introvert but sometimes all you wanna do is walk.

I'm so close to walking right now but I'm not totally out of the woods, yet. Basically walking well enough and experienced the recovery process enough to post this now.

So, here are 12 stages from my experience of recovering from a dislocated knee. Some of them overlap or last basically the whole process. It's hard to even put it in order.

Enjoy! I don't know if this actually funny. I think it is but don't know if I have that great of a sense of humor. Anyways, hope to get a laugh out of you.

Random fun fact: I dislocated my knee on Earth day. I told my parents, "There must have been more gravity." 😂

1. Shock

It happened. SO painful. 😬

"Oh my gosh!"

"Wow, it's so weird."

I literally repeated these things over and over, rocking back and forth in pain.

2. Denial

"That did not just happen. This is crazy." 😒

3. Curiosity

How long will it be till I recover? *googles it*

"Six weeks?!?! No!"

And then I also found 3-4 weeks, and my dad found 6-8 weeks. It's been 8 weeks. *shakes head*

4. Realization

"Oh, no! I won't be able to go to all these different events."

Note: I ended up that I was able to go all of the events I was looking forward to... Coffee with a cop, friend's wedding, 1st police explorer class, which was self defense, etc.

(I went to the martial arts class in a wheelchair. Lol And it was upstairs without an elvator. Wasn't gonna give up that easily. I hopped up those stairs.)

5. Distraction

"To distract myself from the pain,

I'll watch this EMS/police show on YouTube called Nightwatch."

I saw people hurt worse than I was and that made me feel better.

Am I weird?

Or sick, like a sociopath??

Can't tell...

6. Acceptance

Sister, Mom: *brings me food*

Sister: *does almost all my chores*

Me: This is honestly pretty nice. Bring in the food, people.

7. Comparing knees

a) *feels bad knee*

Oh, no. That feels weird.

*feels good knee*

Apparently that bump is normal in knees.

b) *stares at bad knee*  Uh, oh. Is that a scar from when it dislocated then popped back into place? I have no idea.

8. 1st Taste of Independence

Parents, sister: *leave house* You sure you'll be okay?

Me: Yeah, sure. I'll be fine.

(10 minutes later)

Also me: *stomach growls* Great. Absolutely fantastic. Just super. Now what am I going to do? Woody, can you get me some food?

Woody: *continues to chew rawhide*

Me: Food! Can't you just come to me? That's not how it works, huh. Well, it should.

9. Out in Public

Me: *being insecure about being in a wheelchair* Everyone's going to think I'm paralyzed.

Everyone: *walks by without giving a second glance*

10. Over it.

🙏🙏 Okay, God. Enough with this. Please heal my knee.

I actually understand somewhat what it's like be paralyzed.

I'm so over it. I can do my chores soon and I want to get my own food now.

I'm getting insane. 😖

Please.

(This actually started on the 4th week. Ugh.)

11. Hearing What People Say

Person #1: You will have this problem for the rest of your life. I know from experience. It will be easier and easier to come out of place again.

Person #2: It'll be fine. I didn't go to the doctor. It clicked for a year. (Yep, I've had that already. I hate when it clicks. Weird feeling.) Then never had another problem.

Me: So... then... what's the deal?

12. Feeling of Progress

Oh my goodness!!! 😮 I can do it!!! 😁 *gives myself a party* 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

🙏Thank you, God! Keep it comin'!