|08:24 pm - Creaking joints|
Another early shift, another trashed knee. Don't ask me why: I was careful to sit when I could and to stretch ligaments. But no- put on boots, walked out of work, ow pain stabbity. Streetcar to subway, subway one stop, stabbity stab to library for hold, and realize I left my phone at work. Cabbed it back, as I had cabbed it down earlier, thought about having him wait but knee felt better. Get phone, walk out- stabbity stab stab 'ohhh I think I'll crumple under your weight!' hysterics. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Home and into a Johnson cocktail and two anti-inflammatories. (Hush, I *know*) Knees become lamb-like quiescent. Can walk no problem. It *has* to be something about the boots, but I can't think what.
Maybe I should try my shoes with snow grippers instead? They leak, but if it makes my knee happy, I'll take frozen wet feet.
(And postpone visiting my aunt till after the first when my pass becomes active, because the subway entrance near her place won't take tickets or tokens anymore and walking another two blocks to one that does is... I would prefer not.)