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I haven’t really talked much about this anywhere, but about six weeks ago, I somehow re-injured my knee. I stood up from dinner one night while away on a work trip and thought oh my God. I can’t move.
There was a shooting pain in my knee that was unmistakable. It was the same shooting pain I felt when I first hurt my knee 11 years ago as a ballet dancer. I have never felt anything like it since, until six weeks ago, when for whatever reason, my knee injury decided to flare up again.
I had trouble walking, or even putting weight on it, for the better part of a week. I wasn’t able to see an orthopedist until I came back home from my work trip, and by then my injury was fickle and temperamental. Some moments, it was fine. Other moments, my knee would spontaneously “lock” and I wouldn’t be able to move it without literally crying because it hurt so much. I wore icy hot patches over my knee so often that my clothes and sheets began to permanently smell like menthol. Over the first few days of my injury, my knee grew red and hot and swollen and I was in so. much. pain.