Sports Related Injury at Age 16
To be honest, I was not your typical high school athlete. I wasn't on any type of team. I did dance classes here and there, but nothing serious. That's why this story is some what sad. My first patellar dislocation (when the knee cap comes out of place) happened in PE class of all places. It was also "free day" in gym. My friend and I decided to hit the volley ball back and forth just to pass time. On this one particular pass, I ran towards the ball. I decided to be cool and do a pivot move where my knees were supposed to go one way and my body the other. As I tried to execute my movement, something strange happened. I remember a pop, my knee coming out from under me, and then landing on the floor. All the PE students rushed over to me, and the coach called the nurse.
My mom and I spent the rest of the day in the ER. Evidently, my knee cap dislocated, and a bone chipped off from my knee cap. My orthopedic was concerned about the chipped bone being big and potentially causing more damage, so I was placed on crutches until my arthroscopic surgery (2 months later). During that time I experienced muscle atrophy, which made physical therapy much harder.
My arthroscopic knee surgery didn't do much for me. They removed the chipped bone, which ended up being very small. They also showed me pictures of my cracked knee cartilage, but that was about it. I still had a funky knee cap that didn't work the same anymore. I remember one post-op visit where my "ortho" moved my knee cap back and forth like a salt shaker (I hated that). They did tell me that if this ever happened again, I would need a more intense surgery to "tie my knee cap down."
Physical therapy came. It was good to get my muscle back, but by the time my 8 weeks were up, my physical therapist didn't think my leg was strong enough still. In my opinion, I think the reason behind that was because my knee cap was permanently damaged. I ended up doing another round of physical therapy, which didn't change the results by much.
The end, right? I wish...but that's not the ending of the story God had for my knee!
The Last 9 Years
The 2nd Dislocation at Age 25
Fast forward, I'm in my house getting ready for a garage sale. I run upstairs to put something away. I begin trekking down stairs (not running this time). I take my first step down the stairs with my right knee (the previously injured one), and boom. Same injury as the one at age 16. There was a pop, my knee came out from under me, and I lost control. Praise God I didn't fall down the stairs. I just simply sat down on the first step and yelled for my husband to come help me.


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