>>2556135I was 15 feet from the collision when I realized what happened. I tried to stand up but my left leg couldn't move. It was stuck bent 90°. I could see the outline of my femur where my patella should have been. Instead it was a lump on the back side of my leg. The guy in the pick up f350 ran out. He was way more upset than I was. I apologized to him since he looked so sad, asked if his truck was fine. I don't feel pain from dislocations or much near anything unless it's a broken bone or infected. So I talked him through calling an ambulance, since at this point I hadn't been so familiar with this shit. Now I know to get a ride to convenient care.
So the ambulance guys where confused all around. My patella is on the backside of my knee and I'm chatting and joking with them. They ask if I want morphine and I'm like, in a moving vehicle? Keep your needles away from my wiggly soft veins! When we got to the hospital they got me on a bed, injected me with morphine and left me alone for an hour. When a nurse finally checked on me I was still joking with her. She looked at me weird and asked if I was still in pain. I said yeah, probably a 5/10. The eyes bulged out of her head and she went to get more morphine. She injected me with it and then left, with the needle still in my arm. I started bleeding out the needle, obviously. I'm confused at this point and just let it bleed. By the time they come with a doctor to reset the patella they notice I'm soaking in a puddle of my own blood. They freaked!
So to reset it the doctor put is hand on the patella and the other hand on my ankle. 1 2 3! JERK it into place. I go WOOOOOOO. YEAH.
Anyway it's ten years later, today, and I'm stuck at home with a torn ligament on my patella. Finally the shit is hitting the fan. If it makes the story more funny I'm a short blonde woman. I'm blitzed on muscle relaxers.
