Knee

[tabular_rasa]

So, after never fully recovering from running around in high heels last week because I've kept on my feet so much with walking to class, taking further six-block-walk trips to the high school, and gallivanting around Chicago all weekend, I have further fucked up my knee; I got tackled by Rick in Improv practice. (He had no idea it was even hurting; until now it's mostly just stiff and a little . . . crunchy? . . . after walking for a period of time, so I haven't been complaining much about it). We were doing a scene where we were about to fight-- with John trying to pull us apart-- and, finally, we did, and Rick just flew at me and tackled me; he lost control, and I screamed, half in character and half as me, as I felt myself falling and knew it was bad-- and then hit a chair on the way down, to boot. I now have a lovely line-shaped blood blister on the side of my knee, and my knee just feels plain whopperjawed. I'm icing it right now. I probably will go into Student Health, at this point, lol . . .

Comments

[angelintercept.livejournal.com]

O.O! May puppies of healing lick your knee until it hurts no more!

[sadi012.livejournal.com]

ow ow ow. That sucks (describing a knee as crunchy is never good). I always suspected Andrews was a loose cannon just waiting for the right circumstances to go off in an improv scene. I hope it feels better fast (and may kittens of healing purr soothingly at your knee till it heals as they shove their buts in your face, demand to be pet, and pretend they are aloof).