I Hated PE Anyway

Add this to the "This Sh*t Only Happens to Firegirl" file.

I've talked before about having poor joints, specifically my hip. It's a genetic thing and a "I haven't treated myself well" thing.

Genetics are fun. My mom has given me a zig-zagged spine, not scoliosis but a zig-zag. So that's fun. The family has Irish/English roots so it's not like we're made from hearty stock in the first place.

Then there's the rolling the truck thing and the growing up poor thing and the not eating enough vegetable/fruit thing.

In high school I had pain in my left knee that felt like bone-on-bone. I was miserable and nothing would make it stop. Finally, the old, family doctor said that it was juvenile arthritis and growing pains. He signed me out of PE for forever. As I hated PE, this was a good thing in the long run. It's how I ended up in choir actually.

When I was in my early twenties, it went away. I don't know how or why but it went away. So well done me.

Sunday, guess what came back? Yeah. Out of the clear blue freaking sky I had knee pain again. I had forgotten how much it hurt. I waited for it to go away until last night when, in solidarity, my hip went out. *awesome*

Now my hip can go out just because it wants to. It doesn't matter if I am sitting, standing, sleeping, chopping wood, (yeah right, as if) it can just dislocate. It's been better lately so that is good.

Off I go to the magic chiropractor today. I told him what was going on and he frowned. Dude rarely frowns. I knew I was in trouble then. So we do the thing and yes, my hip is out and so is every other joint from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.

The knee didn't correct though so he looked at it further. He frowns again and looks at me......

"Your tibia is dislocated."

What

The

Eff?

Only me. Only me could dislocate an entire LEG.