World Spins Madly On

Okay, Elizabeth. Shut up, I've been without a computer for many moons.
And, yes, those kids are much wiser than you.

Who has seen House? Raise of hands?
Okay. Well, I like this show because I can relate to House. His father is a Unitarian reverend. By vocation, my dad is a Baptist preacher. He's had surgery a bunch of times, and needs a cane.

I'll need a cane in the next few years. Elizabeth finds this amusing, and has decided to get me a cane for my birthday, which is next Wednesday, the 18th.

I can empathize with him. He's bitter, because he's disabled. There are days where I can barely walk, my knee hurts so bad. I've been to numerous doctors, and they tell me to take Tylenol when it hurts, and to sit when it hurts. There's nothing they can do.

I'm destined to limp worse than my 80 year old grandmother. And for it to get progressively worse and worse.

When I was in eighth grade, about 13 years old, I played Field Hockey. I tried out for Basketball, didn't make the team, so I trained and trained. I ran a lot, up and down hills, biked for hours. I trained more than I ever had before, so that I could run track and do field in the Spring. I did. But, sometime in between all that, I blew my knee. My left one, to be exact.

There are weeks when I can barely get out of bed, because my knee hurts so bad.

I'll have a cane by twenty, that I'll have to use every day.

Who knows, I may end up in a wheelchair by the time I'm my dads age.

ARTIST: THE WEEPIES