It looks totally normal. Well, there are those scars from a dirt bike/motorcycle wreck I endured when I was 13. I remember my mom was really upset about that accident. She knew right then and there that I would have no future as a super model due to the impending scar destined to my left knee. Really? A super model? May I add that there could have been other circumstances that kept me from pursuing the cat walk? For instance, if you’ve seen me in real life, I’m what is described as a lil’ bit. I’m barely 5’1″ and I was unaware that my mom considered modeling a career possibility for me. Moms are like that…and I get that now that I’m a mom.
So back to my knee injury. There was no skin left on my knee and it’s amazing that it healed as it did. (The human body is amazing.) It looks as though there were two separate areas, but there weren’t. The skin was gone. In hindsight, long pants would have been more protective limb coverage rather than a wet swimsuit. I was fearless and was heading back from the lake to the cabin for lunch and lost control. For the rest of the summer, my knee healed and I wore a leg immobilizing knee brace for weeks. Surprisingly, as I grew my knee was fine and I partcipated in many sports and activities with no problem.
Fast forward about 30 years (I cannot believe that math is correct), I suffered a partial ACL tear on that same knee on June 13 while playing tennis. My doctor and I decided not to do surgery and I was prescribed a custom ACL brace for high impact sports and activities.
Before I could get back on the courts in late summer, I attempted an olympic inspired dive (with all of the fancy arm moves) and I believe I injured my knee more. I’ve been taking it easy since then. I’ve even given my high heels to my friends who share my shoe size.
Now, I’m really scared to play tennis again. I’m scared to run. I’m scared to do many things.
Last Tuesday, I was walking into a clinic for work and stepped off a curb. With that one step, my knee felt as though it was a thread away from separating the top from bottom part of my leg. I’m scheduled to get an MRI this week to finally confirm if I injured it more. And I may be open to actually having surgery if necessary.
Also, last week it rained buckets. I had such an urge to run (and run a long time) when I walked into my daughter’s play room and saw this.
I need to get my knee feeling better. Running would have made me feel better in that moment. Or playing tennis.
And, no I didn’t pursue a career as petite super model.
Do you have an injury that is keeping you in fear or keeps you in pain? How far would you go to heal your injury?