Alright, so I've been a bit of a whiner lately. I'm aware. I'm dealing. Bitchfest '08 hasn't ended yet, unfortunately.
Last night, it happened. I had just finished a killer bath with lavender and jasmine oils. Fantabulous. I was as relaxed as humanly possible, or so I thought. I made my way from the bath to my bedroom to get dressed, and my knee locked. It actually locked. I was sitting on my bed with one leg dangling off, the other (the jacked one) bent in front of me.
It didn't hurt, so to speak. Not at first. Not until I decided to straighten it out and unlock it.
Grate, grate, grate, (actual geriatric crepitus!)... POP!
I sat there with my chin in my lap in total shock and awe. What the hell just happened?! The burning and pain set in moments later. I fell asleep last night with my right knee on fire.
I don't claim to have any superior medical knowledge (my nursing license be damned), but I think it's time to consult a specialist. It going to suck a big one to be the other guy's insurance company.
