Kneedled

 

I did something painful to my knee on Friday, although I don't know what. It's like I twisted or bumped or jumped or pole vaulted. I didn't feel a thing until I sat down to dinner that evening. It's a mystery.

Although Mom and I did a little goofing around town that day. Farmers market, clothing store, grocery store. That sort of thing so I suggested that maybe I twisted my knee getting in and out of the car so many times.

Mom thought that I hurt it while raking her yard the day before. I don't know how my knee fits in with the raking scenario. That means that the pain lay in wait for twenty four hours.

But if I say I hurt my knee while cleaning up Mom's yard, I get to brag and complain at the same time.

So I'm going with that.

Nancy Sherer

 

 


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