Blame it on the rainbow!
May. 17th, 2025 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paivansadeSooo it happened again, this time I have been licked by a dog while leaning out the window to look at a rainbow. Apparently it's not just "locking my knee", it's full on dislocation of the patella. I could feel it under my fingers, shifting a good couple of centimeters out of it's proper place. Very ouch, very frightening.
Went to an orthopedist yesterday, had an ultrasound, and apparently my medial patellar retinaculum (had to google it, JFC what a crazy name) has snapped and it'll keep happening unless I get a surgery. Yay, my biggest dream, surgery! So now I have to act like a grownup and coordinate everything to get it done ASAP, cause the longer I wait, the more stressed I will be.
Apart from that, we agreed to meet up with my Cypriot fabric dealer / longarmer today so that she could hand over my newest fabric pull and my finished quilt, and ...there was a bunch of misunderstandings. We decided to meet at a shopping mall to make things easier (generally good parking, indoors, easy to stay for a little while in case we wanna chat etc.) but apparently we confused the specifics of the mall, and so while she went to Arkadia we waited at Promenada. D and I could not for the life of us figure out how to get to parking level -2 where she reportedly parked, cause there was no underground parking anywhere! Took us a good 30 minutes to figure it out, and another 30 minutes for her to drive all across the city to where we waited. It was maybe a little funny, maybe a lot stressful, but mostly somehow shocking to me that everybody remained good-natured and nobody started yelling at me. I am not sure why my whole body expected that to be the default outcome.
Or maybe I do know why. Last night, because of the whole patella shenanigans, I had a weird trauma domino effect when trying to go to sleep. It got super dark for a minute there, dredging up some horror images from the past, and simultaneously drawing up worst case scenarios for the future. I don't know why my brain mixes up an innocent (and honestly rather mild in severity) injury with the images of malicious violence. I suppose it's the helplessness and the need of tenderness and support vs. what the world has generally been offering lately.
Went to an orthopedist yesterday, had an ultrasound, and apparently my medial patellar retinaculum (had to google it, JFC what a crazy name) has snapped and it'll keep happening unless I get a surgery. Yay, my biggest dream, surgery! So now I have to act like a grownup and coordinate everything to get it done ASAP, cause the longer I wait, the more stressed I will be.
Apart from that, we agreed to meet up with my Cypriot fabric dealer / longarmer today so that she could hand over my newest fabric pull and my finished quilt, and ...there was a bunch of misunderstandings. We decided to meet at a shopping mall to make things easier (generally good parking, indoors, easy to stay for a little while in case we wanna chat etc.) but apparently we confused the specifics of the mall, and so while she went to Arkadia we waited at Promenada. D and I could not for the life of us figure out how to get to parking level -2 where she reportedly parked, cause there was no underground parking anywhere! Took us a good 30 minutes to figure it out, and another 30 minutes for her to drive all across the city to where we waited. It was maybe a little funny, maybe a lot stressful, but mostly somehow shocking to me that everybody remained good-natured and nobody started yelling at me. I am not sure why my whole body expected that to be the default outcome.
Or maybe I do know why. Last night, because of the whole patella shenanigans, I had a weird trauma domino effect when trying to go to sleep. It got super dark for a minute there, dredging up some horror images from the past, and simultaneously drawing up worst case scenarios for the future. I don't know why my brain mixes up an innocent (and honestly rather mild in severity) injury with the images of malicious violence. I suppose it's the helplessness and the need of tenderness and support vs. what the world has generally been offering lately.
