UltraNormal

My knee hurts. I know for most people this would be minor annoyance probably caused by banging the joint on a wall, desk, another human being, etc. For me, it's cause for dread, fear and intense frustration. My right knee is twice surgically repaired. Once when I was ten and tore up my meniscus and a bunch of other cartilage dislocating my knee in the backyard. The second was three years ago this month with a complete ACL reconstruction using the middle third of my patella tendon to replace the completely disintegrated ligament. It was no fun.

My right knee has been a problem since that first surgery almost twenty years ago. It's always giving me trouble. Now, I'm trying to get in shape and exercise, and here it is again, misbehaving. I spent the weekend completely hobbled with sore thighs and a swollen knee. Now, my thighs are fine, but my knee is still unpleasantly sore. It's dauntingly bone-achingly sore. I know I should go to the doctor and have it looked at, but honestly, I really don't want to know what's wrong with it.

So, I'm going to wear my brace when I work out from now on, and pout some more. Don't mind me.