I am eating chocolate at 10:20 am but so far it's already been the kind of day that I don't think any of you lovely people would judge me for it.
Yesterday I walked to a book group half a mile from my house, and halfway there I fell and smashed my knee on the sidewalk. It hurt like heck, but I figured since I was halfway there, by the time Keith got himself and Michael bundled into the car to pick me up I'd already have arrived where I was going ... so I kept walking. I borrowed some peroxide and a band aid because I was bleeding.
By the end of the book group, though, my knee hurt really badly. I couldn't bend it, so going up and down stairs was/is basically out of the question, sitting down and getting up are both a tricky business, and it hurts to the touch. It is swollen (no big surprise there). I'd hoped it might be better this morning but instead it's worse, and to top it all off Michael finds my scab fascinating. He would like nothing better than to "touch" it (aka hit it with the flat of his palm), and he gets pretty mad when I tell him no.
He gets pretty mad about everything this morning. Not sure why he's such a grump, as he slept in an hour later than usual ... right now he's down for a nap. We'll see if this one takes; the last attempt didn't, although spending time with his stuffed animals did seem to tone down the grump a bit. I was literally wiping his tears off my face earlier this morning, so ... yeah.
Of course, bending over is getting to be a nuisance at this point due to the baby belly. I am supposed to squat instead. But that's out of the question with a knee that can't bend.
I am debating going to the doctor. I feel like I would know it if my knee was broken, although I guess it could be a hairline fracture and I'd still be able to put weight on it? Can they even x-ray a pregnant lady's knee?
Can this post count as yesterday's for the 7 posts in 7 days challenge?