It’s no secret that I have always been a bit of a daredevil. Various bumps, bruises, and sprains I have defined a great deal of my life and have come along with some amazing memories.
I haven’t slowed down since the minute I picked up a skateboard for the first time. As the years tick by, I feel like I am getting more and more radical on my skateboard despite my age telling me otherwise. I never really had any major injuries to speak of, twisted ankle, or a skinned knee were about as bad as they had ever been. This time was different. When I landed on my knee after an abrupt stop on my board I felt pain like no other. I laid there on the ground for a good bit of time and when I finally had the strength to stand up I knew something was very wrong with my knee.
As I hobbled back to my car I could feel the swelling starting to set in. I was having a hard time bending my knee and the pain was shooting through my leg. By the time I got home and out of my car I almost started to panic. My knee has swollen to the size of a large grapefruit.
“This looks bad..” I thought to myself. I propped myself on my couch with a bag of ice in hopes that would be better in a few hours. By the next morning it looked like the swelling had doubled and I couldn’t even bend my knee. For the first time in my life I was worried that I would never be able to skate board again. As I went into work that day a friend of mine was commenting about how bad the injury looked and that I should get it checked out. I told him that I was uninsured at the time and simply could not afford a trip to the hospital. When you are an adult sacrifices have to be made, and priorities are put in order. Me taking a trip to the hospital was just as much of a luxury at that time as me taking a weekend off to Maui.
He kindly reminded me that his girlfriend was a doctor, a practicing surgeon and that he would ask her to look at it for me.
I felt a good bit of relief. I had been worrying all this time perhaps it was something very serious, but bills still needed to be paid and I didn’t have the extra money to visit a hospital. A few minutes later he told me she said she would squeeze me in at the end of the day and check out my Knee.
When I showed up to her private practice I was pretty nervous of what her diagnosis might be. Fortunately she was realistic, kind, and comforting. She laughed a little at first when she saw my knee and said that it certainly was swollen. Fortunately all the swelling was just fluid protecting my knee and though it looked pretty haggard, it would go down in a few months. She concluded with a few tests and said in the worst case it was a hairline fracture in my kneecap and that a hospital visit wouldn’t have done much for it anyway. She sent me home with a need brace, told me to keep it elevated and wished me good luck.
I’m pretty grateful for my friend and that doctor for being so kind and helpful to me that day. It’s nice to know that there are still people with big hearts and that act with kindness in this world. I was lucky enough to be able to rely on the help of a professional when it came to my knee. Good friends are hard to find, and so are good doctors. Fortunately I had both on my side that day.
Since then my outlook has changed a great deal, and this experience has helped mold that. Whereas I used to worry, I now have been able to just put a lot of my faith in the goodness of others. I believe that you get what you give and things always seem to work their way out. People like my friend, and that Doctor not only helped me feel confident that I would be okay, but confident that there truly are good people in this world, and for that, I’m forever grateful.
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