A few years ago, when I was first employed by Humana Insurance Company, they made arrangements for me to fly to Tampa for 3 weeks of training. I was excited; new job, paid travel, nice hotel with pool, and new friends to meet. I packed my 'business casual" per instructions, and threw in my swimsuit, thinking there had to be some pool time in each day, and I was going to take advantage of it.
Well, Robert Burns said, "The best laid plans of mice and (wo)men. . . On the flight from Portland, ME to Charlotte, NC, something weird happened. I had the window seat, and the two people in the seats in front of me had their seats reclined a bit. I told the lady who was next to me in the aisle seat that I needed to use the restroom. She stepped out of her seat into the aisle to make it easier for me to get out (or maybe she was worried I might "drip" on her on my way if she remained seated!). In any case, I had to maneuver my not too small butt around the armrest between us and the reclined seat. In the process, my right knee gave way. It just totally let go, and I fell back into the aisle seat. I got up, and again the knee went, and I fell again. I finally was able to get out to the aisle and, holding on to the seat backs, make my way down the aisle (luckily, I was only in row 6) to the restroom. Once inside, I fell onto the john. Fortunately, the rest room is tiny and I'm not, so there was no danger of falling anywhere else!
I made my way back to me seat after, again holding on to seatbacks to keep from falling. When I arrived in Charlotte, I had to be taken to the terminal by wheelchair; I couldn't put any weight on my leg at all. I had to upgrade to first class on the second half of the trip, because I had been assigned a seat in row 17, and there was no way I could manage that!
When I arrived in Tampa, I ended up going to the emergency room, and after a 2 hour wait, some poking and prodding and Xrays, I was told I had sprained my knee, and all I could do was stay off it until it healed. So much for my fun time in Tampa. I ended up being pushed to classes in a wheelchair and using an old lady walker to get around in my room.
With the help of my fellow trainees, I made it through training. They were wonderful and wheeled me to class and back, to meals and back, and to my room. In the evening, I ordered room service, and when I explained my problem to the room service staff, they were very gracious and would bring a key so they could bring my meal in and then retrieve the cart so I wouldn't have to get up and open the door.
The knee did heal, but I still occasionally have some discomfort. When a friend emailed me this cartoon, the whole experienc came back to me. Thank goodness, I can laugh about it today.