damn the gods of laundry and the unholy beasty that has taken up residency in my kneemeats.
The Knee has decided to unleash it’s wrath upon me full force finally. over the course of teh past week or so there have been twinges and tints of anger coming from The Knee.
but now it is angry, vengeful and full of bad temperment and wrath. it obviously has a GIANT GRUDGE against me and therefore i woke up with searing pain in my kneemeats and an unability to bend in any particular direction very successfully…
i don’t know what brought it on. i thought maybe it was the cold? a sudden shift in air pressure that upset it? maybe? i just don’t know. actually, yeah…i do know.
the technical term for the Wrath of The Knee is chrondromalacia patella compounded by hyperextension of the knee joint related to a mild case of double-jointedness (hyperextension)…which is fancy-talk for Oh My GOD THE PAIN!!!
i have succumbed — do you hear me, Knee? i give in! — and dug out the cursed knee brace for the day. i have to admit, it’s helping a bit, actually. but that is just a stop-gap, as far as The Knee is concerned. even the painkillers i choked down with my coffee — blessed, blessed coffee — aren’t going to help completely.
and i just don’t know what it is.
i hate to admit, but between feeling sickly and tired and all the apartment searching drama i just haven’t felt like going to the gym. i am in HORRENDOUSLY DESPERATE NEED of going to the gym, but i haven’t. so i haven’t done anything to outwardly anger The Knee, and yet it is vengeful to the fullest.
last night i was entertaining fantasies of having my own punching bag at home to seriously work on some boxing. this morning, The Knee has reduced me to hobbling around like an old person, gingerly taking my steps for fear of angering it.
i know my place now.
at the mercy of The Knee.
