So.. halloween ya... Went to slalom practise today... had a weird feeling.. Before it started, one of my friends says how nobodys been injured recently... so I'm all like NOOO!! DONT FUCKING SAY THAT!!!! So we go and practise.. and all seems good.. when suddenly! The Instructor shouts out "Last run!"...
I'm all like NOOO!!!!!!!! Why!
Magically... I survive it down in one piece.. I then go back home, get ready and go out clubbing for halloween.. (dressed as rambo.. hoo-rah).
I'm literally on the dancefloor for 2 minutes. Bam. Dislocate my knee. I don't even know how it fucking happened, but I remember being on the floor and knowing the feeling (happened twice before.. last time was.. this time last year actually).
So paramedics pop it back in place and I wasn't in as much pain as it was prior times.. I put that to the vodka I had beforehand.
So there I'm in the E.R. waitin for x-rays and shit and I suddenly fuckin break down... I was meant to go skiing in some championships next week and I had PAID the rest of my ski trip for december at Les Deux Alpes fuckin like 2 hours before... So there I am breakin down... fucking tears.. (no homo). Knowing that i won't be skiing till februuary at earliest...
Put on some music on my phone.. first tune.. naturally... "the faint - take me to the hospital"
Had to be done..
So ya.. I know I couldve had a worse off injury... but I guess the pros are that I least got to ski today...
Sparknotes: Dislocated knee while dancing, I'm a pussy.