SCREAM IT OUT. BE AFRAID. and then. PULL THROUGH
I am sitting on one of my high kitchen chairs. The snow is behind me, it’s bright reflection is lighting up my kitchen. My injured knee, who will shall now call “Burt” is dangling off my chair as a mobility trick to gently gain more flexion in my joint. “Burt?” You ask? Yes. I have named the cantaloupe that is my knee, Burt. ‘Cuz, Why not? I am determined to be friends with him and coach him through this. Today is the best morning I have had since the morning before the trampoline torture. Mostly because of 2 reasons: 1. …