It takes skill. It takes some for of demented uber skill to manage what I did Saturday night.
A year and a half ago right before my husband deployed for the fourth time I was trying to teach my son yoga. As I was demonstrating a pose I half turned to correct his reprimanding him about being safe while exercising.
I became an object lesson.
I managed to twist my knee just right to cause the kneecap to no longer track correctly. I spent several months in physical therapy and it still doesn’t track right but it no longer hurts. When I first injured it, it liked to suddenly give out on me while I was walking nearly sending me to the floor a couple of times in public. Luckily that stopped.
Saturday night I managed to twist it again!
I was going to stand up from the couch and my husband said something which made me laugh. Somehow, through my amazing uber skill, I managed to lose my balance, turn a quarter turn to grab onto the back of the couch, leaning across the cushion to do so, and retwist my knee.
I spent all day yesterday with it propped up. It was swollen quite nicely and hurt whenever someone even gently put their hand on it. Luckily I have plenty of practice in hobbling around quickly.
Thankfully, since my husband is leaving this weekend, for a to be determined amount of time in another state, I only managed to aggravate it. The swelling has gone down and I can walk as well as I ever do.
But still it takes demented uber skill to manage that kind of feat.