So it is 5:57 in the morning and I have just woken up from excruciating pain. Let's take it from the top.
Yesterday for Family Home Evening we went to the Manwaring Center also known as the MC (building with the bookstore, where dances are held, food court.. etc...) to go Roller Skating. Dun dun dun. This could only end badly. So, I love Roller Blading, but this is skating, completely different. Or so I thought. Yes, it was different, but I got the hang of it. However, my fhe sisters took a littler longer to get adjusted I was holding their hands. About the 20th time we went around, I let go of them, but they weren't ready so they struggled with me, then let me go, and as I got about 5 feet away my balance was thrown and I went down. Landed straight on my knee. It was absolutely hilarious that I fell. But it hurt, so I was laughing at first while all of our FHE group tried to help me up, but I lay limp on the floor because I just didn't want up yet. Then I sit up and move over to the stage that is next to me. (it was weird, I was skating where I used to have Church before switching wards) So, sitting there I couldn't move my leg. When I did, a pain was shot up into my leg and I started to scream. Instantly tears would flow down my face and I was embarrassed because I don't ever get hurt. And if I do, I don't complain about it. The only reason I cry about it is because I am embarrassed, and this time... it was pain. It took me 5 minutes to even try to stand up, which was fine, because putting it straight wasn't a problem. The problem was bending it. Roller Skating after, was fine. I didn't even feel anything wrong with my knee. But come time to take the skates off... the pain was back. The bending of my knee, and reaching over, and everything I screamed again. Little tears formed in my eyes, but I couldn't let myself cry again. It went away and I returned the skates and put my shoes on (which was also a hassle). Of course, we were upstairs and I was not about to try and go downstairs. So I took the elevator. So, I am able to walk fine, but with the tiniest limp. We get back to my FHE sister's dorm and I sit down and the pain shot up my knee again. I let out a scream and that was it. But then when I got up to switch couches, my leg didn't lift as high as it should have and it got caught on a boot on the floor and put WAYYYY too much pressure on my knee and that was just about the worst pain I've had. I stood there, screaming that I couldn't move my leg, and that it was killing me. Nobody knew what to do, so I continued to scream. Then it slowly went away and I was able to straighten it again. Then I sat down. So, bad night. THEN I have to get onto my bunk bed. WOW that's gonna suck. Suprisingly, I did it with no pain. But sleeping last night, or falling asleep was impossible. I managed to sleep though. But then at 5:30 in the morning, I wake up screaming with multiple tears running down my face that my leg is hurting, (luckily or hopefully I didn't wake Ariel) and the pain is making my leg curl up, which just makes it hurt more! I am so worried right now. Laying in bed in the wee hours of the morning. I can't miss class. and the medical center doesn't open until 8:00. My first class is at 7:45. Plus I have to make an appointment. Oh and not to mention, EVERY ONE OF MY CLASSES IS UPSTAIRS TODAY! Whyyy?! This is a great way to top of my bad weekend. Hurt knee. Damaged knee. I don't even know yet. But I just thought I should write in my blog about it considering I am not going to be able to go back to sleep. Luckily I was able to reach my computer from my bed, because I am too scared to even more my what feels to be dead leg right now to get off my bed. I have this feeling that it's going to kill me on the way down. I will fall off my dresser while trying to get off my bed. This is so not good. :( I hope it's not a bad diagnostic when or if I go to the doctors.