The back of my knee

So for three weeks, I’ve been wearing a brace and babying my Bakers cystic knee, elevating it whenever I could and icing it down. Until Friday, it didn’t feel that much better. Until Friday.

Friday, it felt so much better. I entertained the notion that I could carry a heavy chair upstairs alone, and I did! And nothing hurt.

Until Saturday morning, when I had to get up early and go to a family funeral. My knee, my sciatic nerve, and my hamstring screamed in pain: “NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GET BACK IN BED!!!!”

It was the worst feeling I’ve ever had, and it lasted all day and all night. This morning, I tried to stand up and had to drag my leg along, like Frankenstein’s monster. It hurts SO bad.

I am getting really sick of middle age. I like the wisdom and serenity and all that crap, but you can keep this sort of thing.

Invisible poor people

Bill Moyers:

It’s just astonishing to us how long this campaign has gone on with no discussion of what’s happening to poor people. Official Washington continues to see poverty with tunnel vision – “out of sight, out of mind.”


And we’re not speaking just of Paul Ryan and his Draconian budget plan or Mitt Romney and their fellow Republicans. Tipping their hats to America’s impoverished while themselves seeking handouts from billionaires and corporations is a bad habit that includes President Obama, who of all people should know better.

Go read the rest.

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