The Mysterious ways of my knee Part I.

I'm in crutches. Why? My knee got swollen. How? No one knows.

Friday, I got up at about 5:30 a.m and "watched" T.V for half an hour. Actually, I just stared at the screen distractedly for half an hour. At six I got up went to shower and got ready. By 6:45 my mom was at my door to start our regular routine. She entered the room, saw me getting ready or procrastinating and asked me, are you ready? I saw no and she leaves. Three minutes later she comes back in and asked the same question, usually while I'm brushing my teeth. I manage to say no and tell her that she is just making me take more time by answering that question. A year ago, she would have fought back or even looked at me, with a look saying "don't go there", but now she just leaves. At 6: 50 I managed to be ready and she took me to school. I got there at 7 a.m, just in time. I rushed to the locker rooms and changed for P.E. I then went to the soccer field with my friends. Everything was fine until I got to the field. Once we got to where our teacher was I felt a huge bubble under my right knee. I had no idea what that was but I told my teacher, just in case. Her answer was " Just run it off." I'm not sure if that made it better or worse. I didn't feel the bubble while running, but when I finished it came back. We started playing rugby. Once my teacher saw me limping around the field and was sure I was not faking, she made me go for ice. Smart, make the limping girl go around school for ice. After ten minutes of limping my way to the gym, the teacher there, told me there was no ice. Great! He made me a nurse pass and sent me. I knew there was no way I'd make to the nurse and back to the field in time for class to end so I went to the bookstore. I got a full cup of ice and limped my way back to the field. I stayed there, sitting with the ice cup on my leg.

My friends thought I was faking, just so to escape doing P.E. So on the way back to the locker room, I got the silent treatment. When they saw that I was struggling to put my normal pants on, they realized that I wasn't such a good actress. I then limped my way to English class and sat with the cup of ice still on my knee. Half way into the class, my teacher decided to make me move, I was 'talking' to much. From then on, I got up from my seat about ten times. I went for some towels, then decided to stretch my leg and then got called back to see my blog. After class, I had to limp across campus to my next class, math. Still with my, now half water, ice cup. I decided to ask my teacher to go to the nurse. It was closer to math than to English or the soccer field. Once I got to the nurse, she checked my knee and saw that it was swollen. So she put an anti-inflammation cream and some more ice. The high school vice-principal was there and asked me what had happened, while imitating my limp. I'm glad the school hired staff with a sense of humor.
I limped my way back to class, just in time for lunch. In lunch I sat down in a table with the thought of not moving. This of course did not happen. Throughout lunch, I got up and limped around the table, then limped to get some money for the bending machines, then limped to the bookstore, and then limped some more. By the end of lunch I was in the gym.
After lunch, I limped my way to science and on the way I was looked at with worried expressions. Science went normal. The only class in which I didn't stand up once.
I was going to my friends house after school. She goes on bus, which is on the other side of the campus. I had to run so I wouldn't miss the damn bus. But that isn't where I f-ed up my knee.
At my friends house, I went from one side to the other, Fernanda even gave me a piggy back ride. We went to blockbuster, which implied me to walk some more. No, this didn't make it worse, what made it worse was me having to fight for my phone. I had filmed one of my friends doing a funny dance, she was trying to erase it off my phone, she finally did. While running after her I felt a crack like sense in the knee bubble. Oopsie daisy, my bad! After that failed struggle, the bubble had grown. When my mom came for me, I struggled while walking to the car, I almost fell, twice.
When my mom saw me she asked what had happened. I had called her in lunch to tell her about it, thanks for listening mom. She gave me a scolding and went home. When I got into my PJ's, she checked it. Back in the days my mom was a nurse, once she had me she resist leaving this cute human being at home and "retired". When I saw my knee I laughed, it had morphed from a normal looking knee into a ball that was red. My mom got worried and called my aunt, who is a therapist. She would come in the morning to see it.
At the end of the day I had put five different packages of ice on my knee.

Summary:
What happened: My knee got swollen
How: No Idea

Tune in this week to see what happened in the hospital!