What happens at your in-laws stays at your in-laws. Well unless you have a blog and then it’s fair game.
This weekend we went to my in-laws house for Princess Newbie’s third birthday party. I do have pictures to show you but I’ve had a very long day of driving and killing the fruit fly infestation we came home to find so I’ll just share this story for now.
Saturday night Damion and I slept in the queen size bed that is in their office while Princess Newbie slept on a pallet on the floor at the end of the bed. The bed in that room is pushed against the wall with high footboards and headboards so if you sleep on the right side of the bed you are trapped in by the wall on one side and the person to your left on the other.
I woke before Damion on Sunday morning and needed to get up. He was still crashed out and I wasn’t sure if Princess Newbie was still in the room with us or up already with my in-laws. So I decided it would just be easiest to crawl over Damion to get out of the bed.
That sounds like a great plan huh? Pretty easy to crawl over a man that sleeps like a log, a very dead log. Now ask yourself how that would go if you had a trick knee.
In high school one day I decided to be a ballerina and do a beautiful ballet jump up to the sky. I didn’t land too well and there were a lot of pops coming from my knee when I did land. Ever since then I’ve had a trick knee. It went out on me for the first time while in college and at a retreat for our very charismatic church. I was sitting on my knees listening to the speaker when all the sudden I felt my knee slide out of place. It didn’t hurt until I tried to move and then it was extremely painful. Somehow I was able to lay flat on my stomack with my legs out without pain. So I did that until the service was over. Coming from a charismatic church, people are used to seeing others laying on the floor and just figure that the spirit must have gotten to them. People literally stepped over me and left the room. That’s when I was able to flag down a friend who was then able to find a paramedic friend to show me how to work it back in.
Ever since that day I know that when it pops out of joint I have to somehow get to my stomach and slowly pull my leg back to my rear and slowly release it. If it’s not back in joint then the pain will be excruciating when I’m lowering it back down, great way to tell huh? It’s popped out so many times while I’m walking downstairs, getting into my van, sitting in little tiny preschool sized chairs, etc….
However on Sunday while I was crawling over Damion it popped out of place. All the sudden in the midst of his sleep he was awaken to his wife yelling, “ow! Ow! oh ow!”. Really he’s not shocked anymore, we’ve been married too long for my antics to surprise him. Literally I was stuck smack dab on top of him and could not move. What’s worse is that he could not move without causing me more pain and because of the angle we were at I couldn’t grab my ankle to try and get my knee back in place. Oh and everyone else was outside at this point. In perfect timing I heard the door open and my mother-in-law talking to one of the kids.
We called to her to come help. Let me say now that I couldn’t see her face because of the direction I was laying but I would pay a lot of money for someone to have recorded it. She was barely in the room before I heard, “um no, nope, not getting in one this.”, and she hightailed it out of the room. We called her back and luckily she came. Who knows what she was thinking at this point.
As soon as she heard what happened she was more than willing to help me out and we got my knee back in place. However I don’t think it’s a memory we will forget for a very long time, unfortunately.