Um yeah. So I dislocated my knee last week. OUCH. My sister did it this time last year, almost to the day. Turns we out we are double jointed (which I always knew and used to think was really cool, but apparently not so much) and our knee caps are 'slightly higher up on average'. woooh. Now Im in a leg splint but am fully weight bearing. Im still terrified that it might #pop out again (my God did it pop!) but that will hopefully end when physio starts.
      Anyway, when I did it, walking by the way, my family were great and kept me from screaming too much. All I could think was 'there is no way Ive done this' and it wasnt that painful, just sort of, wrong. The paramedics turned up swiftly, to the tune of my little sis, 4 yr old Lily-M, yelling "THE PARAMEDICS ARE HERE, ITS A BOY AND A GIRL ONE!!!" referring to the gender of the two heroes in green. Once I was comfortably in the ambulance whizzing to the hospital, I managed a chat with the girl, Kat, and it turns out that she did the paramedic course at Herts!! Its a sign!! She told me that the job is totally worth it, but tough. I expect it to be. Although I dont think I have any idea how tough.
       So my kneecap is back in its regular place and Im just spending my time hobbling around (try walking with one leg straight for just 10 minutes) and revising.

Hable Pronto
Jxx