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My knee has flaked out.
Last night, in order to get upstairs, I had to hand-over-hand myself up the railing, because the knee wouldn't take my weight. And it's a left-hand railing going up and my right knee, which was just the wrong way to go about things.
Of course, on maximum perversity settings (as my body always is) it stopped hurting as I got upstairs; I took my shower, and it went out again, though not as badly, as I went down the hall to the bedroom, and hurt in pulses on and off through the night. And continues to do so, though not as badly, today; we'll see if it goes plotz on me again.
I would like to take a mulligan on this month.
Gods, I sound like a whiney bitch these days.
Last night, in order to get upstairs, I had to hand-over-hand myself up the railing, because the knee wouldn't take my weight. And it's a left-hand railing going up and my right knee, which was just the wrong way to go about things.
Of course, on maximum perversity settings (as my body always is) it stopped hurting as I got upstairs; I took my shower, and it went out again, though not as badly, as I went down the hall to the bedroom, and hurt in pulses on and off through the night. And continues to do so, though not as badly, today; we'll see if it goes plotz on me again.
I would like to take a mulligan on this month.
Gods, I sound like a whiney bitch these days.
