I hurt my knee recently. It hurt enough that I limped a bit
for a few days. The first few days I wore one of those elastic knee braces to
support it.
People kept asking what I did, so I told the story, which
is:
I was at our church’s garden work day when I lost my balance
while trying to dig a hole. I lost my balance, hitting my left knee on the hard
ground.
It’s not a gory story with blood or broken bones.
I don’t have a big, bulky brace or crutches. I don’t even have a bruise. I’m
glad I didn’t need to visit the emergency room or walk with crutches. It’s not
really a complaint as much as an observation.
Injuring your knee gardening isn’t the kind of story that
evokes sympathy, no matter how much it hurts.
