After about a year’s worth of complaining, I finally got some treatment. A brace with laces and Velcro and springs oh my! It was kind of funny because when I’d wear it my right leg would disappear. With the shin guards, the brace and my shorts, no skin was visible. WOOHOO! Only one leg to shave in the summer! I shaved both, but I could have gotten away with it.
Not the same brand and not my leg, but the same concept. Horrible pun.
And this relates to my present how? Well, I shall tell you. Ever since that injury, I’ve discovered that one of my personalities is an eighty year old woman who suffers joint pains. When it’s cold outside, like a dry kind of cold, my knee aches. I don’t even have to be outside. It just feels like the bones are out of place (which they are) and moving awkwardly and grinding against each other. Stupid patella! But my point is, I didn’t particularly want to go to my meetings today and my knee was all crampy and grindy as soon as I got out the door. Got to love that zero degree weather.
I was dreading my meetings because I seem to have been challenged to a game of either wits or wills. I haven’t figured it out yet. I don’t like mind games. I avoid them. I prefer talking openly and accommodating people. Not the case with my would-be foe. Unfortunately, this is bringing to light traits I try to suppress. Oddly enough, my parents are encouraging me to “play the game”. Well, good enough for me! I have parental endorsement! It’s crushing time! (Notice I said ‘crushing’ and not ‘clobbering’. That would be copyright infringement and I do not look like a giant cheese curd.)