Another Ouch

Many many years ago, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, back in the days of people looking at me thinking I was a cute little kid, I tended to be a tad Accident Prone. The "occasional" bump, slip, cut, concussion, broken bone, gash, burn, impalement, poisoning and whatever else happened to be flavour of the month. One such "incident" involved me pelting at high speed down a hill on a bike, and for no apparent reason, falling OFF said bike.

Gravity had it in for me as a kid.

This "incident" involved me breaking my kneecap on my left leg, which ended up plastered, strapped, immobilised and generally left to heal. Yesterday, while doing that very daring act of Walking Across the Lounge my knee decided to remind me what it felt like all those years ago. I could almost hear the little bastard going "Surprise! Remember THIS!"

Now I assume it's because I'm getting old, and my old war wounds are playing up. Maybe the weather is about to change, and I'll be this old guy in 40 years rocking on the porch saying "Yesssireee, th' old knee be achin', it's gonna snow *cackle wheeze*" while I whittle a stick and chew tobacco.

But holy shit it caught me by surprise, and this morning it just "sore" and I'm hobbling around like an idiot.

My only concern is that some of my other "Childhood Mishaps" don't come back to haunt me. Some of them bring a tear to my eye just thinking about them, let alone reliving them.

*gulp*