The day my knee went kaput...

Howdy!!!

It so happened one fine day ("fine is only for graphical usage") that my knee decided to take matters into its own hands...er own legs. or foot, whatever!

Ever since I got a job, my stomach seems to have developed a new appetite for food. It completley disregards the messages my brains sends to it, and I have a doubt my brain is hand-in-glove with my stomach. So, due to the scheme of things, my knee started having to deal with weighty issues, and on the day mentioned above, decided to give up on me.

I heard a slight "twang" while I rested myself on the mattress. I knew that the knee was upto something, and throughout the entire movie of "ICe Age 3" all I could do was twist and turn for a better position and hope for some ice for ma knee.

Surprisingly, it stopped acting up and I was fine for the next two days, when Monday the dang thing decided to show its democratic right of reprsentation in full might by swelling up and hurting like H-E-L-L.

So off I went to the nearest hospital to see this doc who was gonna threaten my knee into submission and get me back to painless days and nights. However the moment I walked into the hospital, I found it infested with tie wearing, bag totting people who I'd never expect to see in a hospital. For a second I thought that the Doctors were on their casual wear day thing, jus like Bangalore's software industries "casual Fridays", were you wear the best casual dressing you have, only to sit in a cubicle in front of desktop screen the whole day. (who are they trying to impress anyway!)

I then realised that these smart dressed people, were medical reprsentatives, who on the pretext of selling medicine, infest the hospitals to give poor ol salesmen like us inferiority complexes.

My doc arrived promptly 15 minutes late on his schedule, and started taking his appointments in twos and threes at a go. I got to go in with a poor ol software chap, who had some major issue with his spine, and the darn thing was planning on getting him on the doc's surgery table.

Meanwhile he motioned me to get ready for inspection, and just then my knee goes blank. The pains gone as if nothing had ever happened. Not to be outsmarted by my own knee, I made sure I got a thorough examination. Somehow the doc felt that the pain was due to some act of the "blah blah blah blah blah" and so we need to "bla h blah blah blah" which would need a X ray.

As I came back after the darn X ray, I was relieved to know that the ol knee was fine, no damage, but since the pain persisted, it could be a "blah blah blah blah" so I might need to go back for a MRI scan and some other stuff.

Enough was enough, I decided to take the knee into my own hands. In the hands of my trusted roomie I plopped my secret weapon. The dreaded "Crepe Bandage". And he prompltly wraped up the guilty knee into coils of tight cloth.

After thus securing the knee in bondage, I am now bombarding it with capsule of drugs. So far ma knee is loosing the fight, thought the thing still has some resistance left. Hopefully with the final attack the coming week, I would have demolished this rise of the knee mutiny for once and for all...

Will keep you posted on the developments of the war between ma knee and maself...

till then

Cheers!!!
MaDdy