I was on the expedition in the Peak District, and we were climbing to the top of a 1,500foot mountain via a stream, and as I was climbing the rocks, I placed my left foot on the rock to get up, then, when I lifted my right foot and the weight of my body went onto my left ankle, it slipped, and I hit my knee on a rock. I didn't think anything of it, so I carried on for another hour and half to the top, and another 2 hours back down,it was still hurting so I thought I had just banged my knee, I managed to get back to college, and then I got a lift to work, when i was in work I was getting changed, I noticed a huge pile of blood on the inside of my traksuit's leg, I looked at my knee and I had a gash on it, so I got some plasters and put it on and started working with Rachel, but then about 30 mins later it was still bleeding and it was trickling down my leg, so I went to see the first aider and she cleaned it up and then shouted "Ewwww!" I looked down and there was a puncture hole in the side of my knee, and whenever my skin moved, blood pumped out! So I went to hospital as the first aider said. I got there, had an x-ray and I had suffered tissue damage and somehow the rock had pierced a perfect hole about 10mm across and 6mm down, and when she fully cleaned it, I could see the muscle in my knee through the hole in my knee!!!
So I have got to ring my manager today and ask him what times I am working next week, so I am now doing nothing this weekend, I have now got to sit around at home with my knee banadaged up and extremly strong pain killers, great...
And you know what they say, what doesn't kill ya, makes you stronger...
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