"Have you always been knock-kneed?" the doctor asked.
"I don't know," I answered. "Nobody ever told me I was knock-kneed until today . . . my fat legs are usually covered up . . . ."
The doctor quickly dismissed my self-deprecating but true/fat-leg assessment but telling me that I was, indeed, knock-kneed AND that a lot of people are.
So, readers, go look in your full-length mirror!
If your knees are hugging each other and your ankles keeping their distance, you can join the club.
Mine are just a bit more pronounced, he said.
What a revelation to receive when you're 76 years and three days old!
I can just see my obituary revealing my various career activities and my family and my travels and my love for animals being punctuated with "and she was 'knock-kneed!'"
Thankfully, I haven't lived all those years dealing with the stigma of knowing I possess even more anomalies than earlier assumed.
Lord knows I've dealt with being informed about plenty of other abnormalities.
Now, though, I'll take knock-kneed as a badge of pride because I have managed to get by all those years obliviously doing my best to be active and productive.
It's just that recently my right knee has been hurting, so, I finally mustered up the courage to ask for an orthopedic consultation.
After all, there's a lot of free advice swirling out there in reference to pain, what causes it and how best to take care of it.
Overload on advice can get ya down at times.
So, I decided it was time to boil down all that advice and listen to someone who pays his bills by knowing what's structurally wrong with people and what to do about it.
So, that's what I did, finally seeing Dr. Leedle yesterday.
The good doctor gave me enough info in ten minutes to disclose a lifelong secret about my body, to lay out a plan which some day may result in knee surgery and to generally settle me down.
Yes, knowledge is power, and informed knowledge is really powerful.
For now, I'll keep doing what I'm doing, take pain meds, if and when necessary and maybe, down the road a ways, get one of those "shots" in the knee.
Still, that revelation of "the k-k defect" first thing during my appointment after I stood up, wearing shorts, and climbed aboard the examining table explains a lot about some dominating facets of my life history:
*why I always received white ribbons at the 4-H style review
*why I've always felt just a bit uncoordinated
*why I almost flunked folk dancing in college ( passed, thanks to the written exam).
Basically, why I've always been a klutz.
On the drive home from the doctor's office, it occurred to me that my generation could have a lot of knocking knees walking or limping around----just as our teeth may not be pearly white and perfectly straight.
The body-perfection facilitators did not abound back in the days of our youth. Plus, if they had been universally available like they are today, we could never have afforded such luxuries.
So, it is what is, and I now have a knowledgeable specialist who will shepherd me through the next years of bodily disintegration.
And, that is good.
The great news is that that my knock knee on the right has been giving me more and more pain-free days, so I must be doing something right.
Still, it's comforting to know that I have someone there to help if painful times should return.
Thank you, Dr. Leedle.
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In other news, the goose population at City Beach has decreased significantly.
And, the drama at Priest River continues: controversial superintendent candidate will get job; citizens launch recall effort of school board.
https://bonnercountydailybee.com/news/2023/jun/29/recall-launched-oust-wbcsd-trustees/
https://bonnercountydailybee.com/news/2023/jun/29/wbcsd-approves-durst-contract/
Kenny and I enjoyed some lovin' last night.
Willie and Debbie brought a new bed for Annie's room.
Along with them came the grandpuppies.
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