There I was on Sunday, doubled over in pain on the floor. I hadn’t exactly fallen and couldn’t get up. It was more like intense pain sent me to my knees as I went to get up from where I was seating. And every time I moved by leg ever so slightly it sent me a clear message that it wasn’t joking that something was wrong.
I’m now channeling the crooked man who walked a crooked mile
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