The day I destroyed my ACL
Can you pick which one is damaged?
If you follow any of my social media accounts or read last week’s #imustconfess post you’d be aware that my right knee collapsed under me at tennis a couple of weeks back. It was unexpected, inconvenient and very painful.
While I felt something “go” and there was a blast of searing pain, it wasn’t all that long until the pain subsided enough so I could hobble off the court. I even drove myself home. When I scored a cancellation appointment at the GP later that day, there was minimal swelling too – it appeared I may have got away with a severe sprain, avoiding all the horrible “season ending” knee injuries that plague sports people the world over.
Although I am clearly not a professional sportsperson…
Given this promising start I was hopeful that things would settle down – I even said to my coach that I would be back the next week. Oh my poor naive self from two weeks ago…
My coach (who was doing a good job of hiding his disbelief) asked where I was going to physio.
Physio? I have never been to a physio in my life. Did I really need to go?
Apparently the answer is yes and he lined me up to see his own physio. Which is why I found myself being put through all kinds of hell while he poked and prodded and tried to see what was going on. I thought I was going to have to apologise for wasting his time. My knee was no longer all that painful and while I was still limping and it was swollen, I was certain I’d be back to normal soon.
Instead after his thorough examination he proclaimed that things didn’t feel right and it was his professional opinion that I’d damaged my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL). If so I’d more than likely need surgery and he was even concerned that I was considering getting on a plane to travel to Problogger later that week, given the swelling in my knee and the risk of a blood clot in my leg.
Geez, talk about a reality check.
Dreams shattered. Rose coloured glasses knocked off my face and smashed to a pulp.
Crap got real.
So off I went for an MRI with an ever-shrinking hope that my physio was completely wrong and that he did not know what he was doing. This was despite his many years’ experience working with professional and semi-professional football players and dealing with ligament injuries every single day.
Anyway, the MRI was had and I went home to pack for Problogger, again hoping that things weren’t all that bad. At least I still had my compression socks from my last c-section to help reduce the risk of DVT and to make my physio and GP happy about my trip…
Bringing sexy back…
I rang the GP for the results before I left home last Thursday but they had not come in. So I was an interesting sight in my compression socks in the departure lounge at Newcastle Airport when I finally got a hold of him and was told I had indeed ruptured my ACL as well as managing a compression fracture too, in the process.
In his words it was a “season ender”. He suggested I get a pair of crutches and offered to ring around orthopedic surgeons to get me in to see someone as soon as possible. Meanwhile I tried to get my head together and work out how I was going to get through my time at Problogger.
In the end, it all worked out. I was on my knee more than I intended but I had an absolute blast (as usual). I will be sharing my experience and learnings as part of my #imustconfess post on Monday. If you have a Problogger post or any post about blogging or blogging conferences feel free to link up as well.
After trying to make light of my dodgy knee and doing my best to forget about it for a while, the weekend away did eventually have to end and I found myself buying a pair of crutches on my way home from the airport on Monday afternoon. It didn’t take long for me to hate them, with a passion…
Looking highly impressed with my new “besties”…
The remainder of my week involved a GP visit (where he told me my knee was a mess), another physio visit (where he marvelled at the size of the fluid at the back of my knee, called a Baker’s Cyst) and an appointment with the surgeon who confirmed my ACL was completely gone and booked me in for surgery.
So surgery is on my horizon to reconstruct my non-existent ACL. I could go without it but I’d never be able to exercise much again and I don’t want to live my life worrying about my knee giving way at any moment. On the plus side, I’ll be back to walking and even gentle jogging by the end of the year. And I’ll be able to get back to tennis sometime next year too.
In the meantime, I’ll hobble along, do my knee strengthening exercises, soak up the fact I don’t have to do the school run for a while and blog the crap out of it all. As any good blogger would do!
Being a good girl and doing my exercises to improve my range of motion before surgery
Do you have a dodgy knee too? Any tips for me for the coming months of rehab before me???
And before I forget I have a Facebook giveaway on at the moment where I’m inviting people to translate the medical diagnosis for my knee. Most creative answer wins a copy of the beautiful Animal Kingdom adult colouring in book. Get in fast as entries close 6pm Friday 21 August!
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