Falling Apart

On Saturday I was standing in line at Wal-Mart, which, is, you know, extra fun. And suddenly, I heard a loud "pop" coming from my knee region. And then: pain. Ouchy the pain. Seriously, something like popped in my knee from the extra and very vigorous task I was performing, what with the standing and the waiting and all. I do not know what happened to my knee, but it is now bruised all around and I can't put all of my weight on it. Some of my weight, but not all. For a moment, I thought maybe my knee water broke and I'd soon be having knee babies, but not so much. Also, I can tell how crazy that is, you don't need to tell me.

I do not plan to go to a doctor, and will be hoping that it heals itself the way that the body so miraculously does, unless the Internets comment on this blog and shout at me, "Your leg is going to fall off if you don't have this fixed immediately!" (See all the responsibility I have given you, Internets?) But I'm guessing it just has to do with me being a) old and b) lazy and, additionally, c) out of shape and that if I had just gotten up off of my ass and lost these last ten pregnancy pounds already my knee wouldn't explode at the forceful kicks of invisible Wal-Mart gremlins. (Which, can you call it pregnancy pounds when the baby is over a year old now.? It's more like just "I ate too much chocolate" pounds, but whatever.)