Two years ago, on a winter's day I slipped in the drive. I fell smack onto my left knee cap. Carl was sitting in the car with a broken foot. There wasn't a thing he could do in fact he didn't even know where I went . One minute I was in front of the car and then whoosh I was gone from sight. I lay in the drive like an old lady moaning."I've fallen and I can't get up." The young man who resides across the street came hot footing it out his front door and got me up onto my feet. Needless to say that knee has played up in the last two years.
Well, yesterday I spun my office chair around and that knee came up smack against the desk drawer. I thought my heart had stopped. I sat there doubled over making garbled sounds on the verge of blacking out. I kid you not! I had visions of the tech's finding me flat out on the floor. It took me about 10 minutes before I dared move. In retrospect I think I must have cracked or ruptured something that icy day in December. This is not the first time I have bumped that knee. But it has never been so painful.
Consequently I have been very careful to move slowly when turning to the left. You did hear me say,"left."
Oh yes I did.
Today I did the same thing to my right knee...on the other desk. I let out a blood curdling shriek this time. The right knee is crowned with a bloody great bruise. The left one is unscathed, at least externally.
Damn good thing I knit.