The scene: Saturday night, mad house party. Mad mad dancing. Mad mad MAD partner, and a good amount of beer and vodka and orange to help the whole thing along.
In London. And I live in Milton Keynes.
Fell, dislocated, managed to yell out 'Dislocated my knee!' while my clumsy hopping drunk WONK of a partner tries to bring me to my feet.
Making me pass out.
Wake up, whole party focused on me, dozens of hands holding mine. Amount of alcy breath on my face makes me pass out again.
Am being carried down on a stretcher through the RIDICULOUSLY narrow staircase.
Shot with ********* of morphine and happy drugs.
Home, with a huge bloody brace on.
So, TSR - tips? When do you think I can start moving? Anything - AT ALL? Exams are coming up and the worry is making everything worse, along with the drugs which manage to ease the pain YET haze my mind.
He-e-elp..