As I entered my tenth week of having minimal knee pain I fell. Hard. Both knees. Forgot about that last step. Not good.
I should have put ice on the bad knee, but didn’t, maybe because I wanted to punish my carelessness; not a good reason, but also a likely one. Mostly, I complained silently and limped when I moved around. There’s no reason to offer a daily description of how I fared. It’s adequate to say that the bruises faded, the abrasions where I scraped the deadbolt key before breaking it off healed and I reached a new normal (post-injection normal). I had more discomfort if I spent too much time walking unbraced, but working around the house where I walked, bent and knelt seemed unimpaired.
Obviously, the injection gave me a level of physical renewal by reducing local inflammation. Now, it is all about being responsible, careful and avoiding extremes . . . like falling.
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