Ow ow owowow
At some point yesterday I did something utterly ghastly to my right knee, and I have no memory of doing it. I was fine driving to Reading, fine at the wedding, fine eating pizza after we saw James and Emily safely married, and fine driving home again. I think (but can't quite remember) that I was fine playing board games at the Gallery after that. But I know that by the time I was in the Old Spring trying to pick my jaw up off the floor on finding that
nassus was ten feet away from me and not in Australia as I'd previously thought, I was already in a state where it hurt to kneel down on the floor (shortage of chairs). I don't recall doing anything that caused the pain; my best guess is faffing with an accelerator pedal for four hours earlier in the day, although I've done that before without this kind of ill effects.
I thought it had got better after a good night's sleep, but it's got worse and worse today until it hurts just to bend my knee. How I'm going to get my trousers off I have no idea. I may well attempt to take my knee to a doctor tomorrow. :-(
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Fortunately, trousers have a tendency (unless your dress sense has changed since I last saw you :) to remain flexible even when the knee inside is damaged...
(Somewhat more libidinous instant reaction to comment self-censored before it made it to my fingers. Fortunately, I'm not that tired :)
Get well soon -- I hope it's behaving itself better tomorrow. Knees are odd things; they sometimes appear spontaneously to go on strike, I find. Generally they do seem mostly to start working again equally unilaterally, though, which is a Good Thing. *hug*
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Oddly, although I remember the association of the name with the activity, I'm less sure I remember what you look like. Perhaps my eyes had already dropped shut due to tiredness :-)
But yes, the world is small. I'm convinced someone keeps washing it too hot, or something.
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Hope to see you again some time, when you're less tired!
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I think an excess of religion and thespianism might have been contributory factors - I never got it before I went anglo-catholic and consequently had to kneel and genuflect a lot, and it began just after Titus Andronicus in which my character fell to her knees an astonishingly large number of times.
I'm not, of course, suggesting that cycling, religion or acting caused your problem (it would be very strange if they did), but you should perhaps be looking for knee-strainable things you do all the time as well as things you've just done once, recently.
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