A helpful crutch
Many many long years ago I was at a party and we were messing around, playing football and drinking copiously while playing silly pranks on each other.

During the game someone shuck up behind me, hooked a leg between mine at did one of those funny silly throws that landed me on my arse.

All very well but my left foot got stuck in a root, my whole body went over but my knee downwards pretty much stayed where it was and made an interesting POP i bounced up in blinding pain and again it went POP.

A few minutes of hobbling later and it was ok so carried on playing then head for home, but feeling a little bit stiff.

The next morning, oh my lord. my left knee was roughly the same size as my thigh, and purple. that didn't look good, what was worse was that I could not move it at all. oooh bugger.

Hmm, everyone was out so I dragged on some clothes while lying on the floor and limped my way towards the doctors.

35 minutes later I had gone about 400 metres and had to stop twice for a bit of a cry. A couple of builders working on a house noticed me in some distress, took an arm each and carried me about a mile to the doctors, when I came out about an hour later needing to go to hospital one of them was still there, he got me to Saffron Walden in a work van and collected me in the afternoon and got me home, can't remember their names but boy was that a very helpful act of kindness.

Turns out the two POP noises was me disclocating and then relocating my kneecap, and I had mashed the ligaments in spectacular fashion.
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 20:28, 3 replies)

now
that sounds painful! Arrghh I'm shuddering to think of the pain, and the pop sound. Ugh I feel quite queasy now.
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 20:30, closed)

did the same knee
4 years later while wakeboarding, tore the ligaments again.

lying in freezing cold water with a very warm knee is a bloody weird feeling
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 20:33, closed)

That sounds hideous.
My fella pulled his hamstring whilst playing cricket and had to bow out of the game. He limped to his huge cricket bag and had to drag it and himself across the field, down a dirt track and to the bus stop over the road. Not one person on his team or any of the opposition helped him. That made me very cross.

However that 2 strangers helped you has restored some faith :) Thanks.
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 10:31, closed)