Yesterday on the way home from work I fell over, was walking somewhere very slippy on a hill and my legs just went from underneath me, unfortunately the way I went down was with my knees open in a V shape and then my legs out at either side straight so knew instantly it was my knees joints had taken the brunt.
Aside from being absolutely mortified, filthy and having a good cry when DH picked me up my knees were in agony which was nothing to how they felt after DH had helped me in and out the bath to try and soak them and the adrenaline had worn off. I have hardly slept despite co-codamol and they are still hot and swollen this morning and the shooting pain that keeps running up the inside if I micro move the joint in the wrong direction is pure agony.
Despite the dramatics and a day of work for me I realise that the likelihood is that I have just given them a really good knock and they will be fine after a few days with rest and anti inflammatories and I don’t want to spend 12+ hours in A&E however my mum fell over on one knee a good 15 years ago, spent a while in hospital with it and still affects her till this day, especially her independence so I’m feeling a little anxious and hoping for some reassurance.