Knees...they're an important part of mobility. I have learned this.
When knees are not happy I am not all that happy. In fact I kind of want to verbally protest every time I see some stairs and my left knee actively protests.

I've been in pain for over a week now in my left knee. It kind of kills me and after rushing across campus and up stairs because I nearly forgot to turn a paper in...yeah. It was so screaming and I came very close to actually making some sort of verbal expression of pain. I was kind of mad because when I woke up it felt like it would be a good day. I had full painless flexion and all. Then I went to breakfast and it was as though my knee woke up from sleeping and started on their act again. Not so fun.
The daily dose of stairs, hills and walking over campus has not fared me well
I have tried Aleve and ibuprofen but as I expected they don't touch me. It's all this Ehler Danlos stuff and the progression of the syndrome.
I'm thinking that having a knee brace to try on it might help but I'm not sure since my knees hyper extend backward if that might negate some of the brace's usefulness.

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I thought of a really romantic line as I walked to the library for work. "My memory of you is one that all the rains of time and age can never wash away."
And you know what it was inspired by? The chalk drawn advertisements on the sidewalks that have been there for a week and the golden setting of the sun. A tint of a nerdy thought about rain and erosion lead to a line to swoon to. I felt like an old man of his late 70s was whispering those words to his wife that had passed away, maybe a woman that once walked my campus. It was a rather beautiful collaboration of imagery, knowledge, feelings and whispered past.

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I'm reading another amazing Jack Weatherford book, The History of Money.
My favorite quote so far: "Chocolate, like all other types of money, has no inherent value outside of a cultural context. In order for it to have value, people have to want it and know how to use it. The Mesoamericans love of chocolate as a food and as a means of exchange contrasted greatly with the first European pirates to seize a ship loaded with cacao beans: the pirates mistook the cacao beans for rabbit dung and dumped the entire cargo into the sea." pg. 20
I started laughing uncontrollably after I read that.
Getting further in I found myself muttering in the bathroom about how America is turning in to Rome though not quite so bad. My eyes blended the centuries and I saw Roman ruins over top of my school and overly taxed peasants walking by.
I have to put it down and do my school reading this weekend (I have a ton of it) but the book is great. I love his educational and entertaining writing style. Beautiful.

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I need sleep.
Long day tomorrow.
I get to see at last, my best friend from back in the beginning of homeschooling and JS.
I'm extremely glad to get to see her.
:-)

Peace.
~Lo