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Well it was an amazing day for me. It was my Parent’s Silver jubileeJ. The party was in full swing. Everything was going just perfect. My Mom was looking gorgeous, Dad handsome and Prachi was looking pretty (touchwood)! The decorations, stage set-up, the music, the anchor, the Scotch, the guests... everything and every1 was in full swing. The Jaimala was good, song dedications were good... cake cutting ceremony was great. The Champagne popped open just fine. There was a heartfelt happiness that I could feel that evening. Well to make it more apparent I took the initiative to DANCE! Don’t need to say more now I guess. The dance was going on and one niece of mine was sitting. Didn’t quite like that. Went to her and was pulling her to the dance floor. But the damn lady wasn’t ready to come! ARGH! Little kids! The Music was loud. And I got hold of her and was pulling her and all of a sudden CRACK! I heard and felt this CRACK right down my KNEE. My leg was bent and I could see a bulge towards the outside of my left knee. And to my shock that bulge was nothing else but my KNEE CAP. Fucking it had got outta its placeL. I was horrified. It was excruciating. It was a Knee dislocation, that too on its own. I screamed like anything which was subdued by the high volume music. I, with my own hand tried to put it in place but to no avail. I gathered all my guts and stretched my leg straight. And guess wot? The goddamn knee cap was in its place. But the pain was killing me. I was shaking. Tried walking. My leg was with me. Now I had people around me. I was afraid to face my dad. He obviously couldn’t have taken it. Went to the ortho. Walked upto the car myself, with Mr. Dhaumya. The Doc gave me some painkiller for the moment and I was back at the venue. Fighting back my tears so as not to make others, especially my Mom Dad worried. The party was over soon after.
(Well this is somewhat how my knee must have looked like. NO, this pic is not of my knee. Am sure mine must have been worse)
Next day visited the Doc and then he told that a plaster was requiredL. That too for 3 weeks. But it isn’t as bad as it seemed to be, coz the weather is nice. Else it would have been a problem. But the other things disturb me a lot. I feel so handicapped when I can’t do small-small things for myself from picking up something, to itching and stuff. And hey I haven’t taken bath since 21st Oct ;).
(My plaster! can you read the comments? can't! GOOD!)
Well something that hurt me the most was when my Dad fastened the strap of my floater. It was too much for me to take. Felt so so so handicapped. L I was almost in tears then. Well couldn’t have helped it. Taking good care of it now and waiting for 11th November anxiously when this plaster would be taken off my leg. Party time after that. And I pray to God that this doesn’t recur. If it does I won’t be able to take it. Then it would shatter me. As of now I already am scared to run, jump and stuff. Well at least people won’t ask me to dance now J. Good thing J. Hmmm nothing else.
Peace!
Love you all.
