This morning around 7:30am, I rolled over in my sleep and my knee hit the bed and my kneecap dislocated.
Last time, I rode an ambulance to the ER and some nice EMTs popped it back. This time I was a badass and had my boyfriend push on my thigh until my knee popped straight again. It’s still bitchin’ sore, but everything seems to be working properly.
I haven’t quite reacted yet; I think maybe I’m numb from the shock. I’ll get back to you on that. But yeah. So much for running that half marathon in February.