You all have to go check out Jo’s (zebette’s) blog and look at the photo of her hubby’s shaved knee and read her weird story of what happened.
If their story is not weird enough already it gets wierder as I have my own weird knee story as well…
I was about 17 at the time and remember getting up one cold night to go to the toilet. The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor, I could barely move, felt very woozy, was very cold and was in a puddle of wee. I was very confused and my knee hurt bad.
I called out and my Mum came to help me clean up and put me back to bed. She was a tad worried but assumed that I must be sick and had passed out because I got up out of bed too quickly.Seemed plausible enough and since I felt horrid I just went back to sleep.
I woke up in the morning and felt fine except for my sore knee. My Mum dragged me off to the doctor anyway and when they found nothing out of the ordinary and all I complained off was this sore knee she took a closer look.
On the inside of my right knee (sorry Jo think I told you left but it is definitely the right one.) there was a small blister and it hurt like heck!
The doctor suggested it looked like a pressure sore and wondered if I had fallen on something that might have pinched that bit of skin? Or since it sure felt like it, perhaps it was a burn and had I possibly fallen on a heater? Or perhaps I had been electrocuted and that was the entry point with the small burn?
The really odd thing is that for a change that night my room was completely clean. Now anyone who knew me as a teenager (and even now to some extent!) knows that my rooms was rarely ever tidy. Usually you could see the floor for the junk, and in that case it could be feasible that I had pinched my leg on something I fell on or even fallen on my small blow heater (although it was not on). But not that particular night… that night the floor was completely clear and I had fallen only on soft carpet, miles from anything else.
Now to me, back then, it sure felt like a burn and it healed and then scarred just like a burn. I still have the scar today.
And even today my family still jokes about it. They decided that the freak occurrence of me cleaning my room sent a random signal to the aliens to come and get me, and the blister was where they implanted the chip!
I am not sure about the whole ‘alien abduction’ theory, but I nearly died when I read Jo’s blog this morning! How many weird knee stories are there out there? What did I do to my knee that night and how did Jo’s Hubby suddenly loose a neat square of knee hair????
Suggestions greatly appreciated.