On My Knees

Perhaps the reason that God gave us two knees is that we only need one and the other merely acts as a spare. I'm really hoping that's the case because my right one won't be with me much longer. Two weeks ago, I slipped on the ice and landed right on the knee, bruising it badly. Since I still have a bruise on my shin from 2007, I was at first worried that this bruise would also not dissipate, and was heartened to discover yesterday that the knee was slowly returning to normal color. Until this morning: When I once again slipped on the ice and landed on the exact same spot. I'm not even going to ice it this time, I'm just waiting for my titanium replacement.