I was getting out of the shower Monday when I slipped and dislocated my knee. Hernan helped me up and took me to the hospital. Our friend Yusuf also showed up, since he knows what it’s like to be a foreigner in need of medical attention outside his country. We were in and out in an hour, which I can’t say the same about private hospital care in the States. I had x-rays done, and the doc said I’m going to physical therapy, as well as another test given my history of knee problems. I’m icing and taking ibuprofen, and Hernan and our friends are proving to be a big help. They’ve bought me facturas and are great company. I’m not in any excruciating pain, but I hate this kind of stuff. See, I’ve been having knee problems since I was 11, and doctors always said exercise was the better route compared to surgery and my problems could still continue. My knee issues made for interesting travel companions when I was backpacking South America as I had a similar injury three weeks before my bus to Peru. I exercise and go to the gym, but I find my knee limits me from doing activities normal folks do, such as running without worries. I should be able to be up in da club and booty pop to my heart’s content without worrying about one false move. Previous doctors psyched me out of surgery, but now that I am young maybe it is the best road to take after all.
Anybody care to share their knee stories?