Okay, I'm going to get a little bit serious with this post, but I felt that telling this story was important. In June 2010, while practising a chair routine with a friend, I dislocated my left knee. It was one of those moments, that as it was happening, I knew exactly what was happening, and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was like a living in slow motion. Even writing this now and I can remember it and the feeling as clear as day. After my knee cap popped out I fell to the floor in a heap and screamed, no one really new what was happening at first, an ambulance was called, and we waited for it to arrive (for over 45 mins). For most of those 45 mins I screamed and cried and tried not to throw up, while my friends stood around helpless watching me. Before then I'd never dislocated anything before, and let me tell you, this was a pain I would not wish upon my worst enemy. I'm pretty sure I begged the girls to shoot me at some stage. So after th
amazing performance!
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Deleteomg, i JUST watched this, so behind! Loved it! You're such an inspiration- did you have a dance background?
ReplyDeleteAww thanks!! Glad you liked it! Yes I started dancing (ballet tap jazz etc when I was about 5!) xx
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