That would me. If it is not ONE thing around here, it is another. I am sure I am the talk of the entire town by now, but for those of you, who have not heard the buzz at school, church, the rodeo, tractor pull or any other small-town event, I was basically left stranded alone...with the kids...in my drive....with a dislocated knee. Fairly traumatic, there. My poor kids.
We had the kids all excited about the truck pull...and do you know how hard THAT is since I have a hard time convincing myself to attend?...lol...no it's not my thing, but we needed to go support daddy! Cody headed to the pull early, and I was to attend just a couple of hours later. I must say that I was already having a hard time getting them ready by myself. They were particularly eager to get into things, and I was particularly unorganized that day. I was in a hurry....a little bit in a panic. When things are not going exactly the way that I plan, I tend to get that way...and my main frustration on this day was that I was beginning to make a frantic mess in the house that I had cleaned earlier (I hate leaving the house in a mess). Oh, well. We had a pull to go to, and we needed to get there for the pedal tractor race! My arms were full with children and bags, but I decided to keep the diaper bag on my shoulder...that held my cell. I placed the camera bag down. Someone was looking after me. Cameron was the first to get buckled in. The car was hot, so I decided to crank the car up to cool while he sat and I loaded the others up. Mallory was crying so I had her on my hip...I leaned to crank the car, my feet were pivoted, and out the knee came. I hit the ground...hard...with Mallory. So, I couldn't move...anyone that has had a dislocated knee can understand. Luckily, that diaper bag was nearby. I was able to get my phone and call. I finally got Cody's dad, and he was on his way. My mother, who was all the way in Athens, reached my brother, as well. Long story short, Mike had to push my knee back in...which wasn't that fun...but it beat the huge ambulance bill. Poor kids....I think that they were a bit horrified. Mommy was on the ground...as one was strapped in the car and the others stood helplessly beside me. They were great and stayed calm. I did fairly well until help came. The girls kept asking if I needed a "ban-aid." I kept assuring them that help was on the way.
So, the orthopedic said that there was a little ligament damage but surgery was not necessary. We discussed the surgery since this is my third dislocation...it could be in the future at some point...because, I swear I would rather have kidney stones or a c-section ANY DAY (not sure about the child-birth thing) over dislocating my knee. Right now, I am at home, taking it easy...enjoying the kids...and frantically yelling, "Don't jump on my leg!" I told Cameron that he had to teach me how to walk fast on a cast (I'm in a brace). He said, "Otay." He also told me as we walked to bed together, "Us walk slow." Love that kid.
On a funny, note...or not...three out of five of this Patrick clan has a file with Athens orthopedic. Faith and Cody are the lucky ones....let's hope that it stays that way! :)
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