|The knee doctor|
Anyway, I finally went to a knee doctor, and this Friday I'm getting the knee 'scoped'. I'm not exactly sure what that means other than I'll have a television camera, and a laser beam inserted into the knee. The doctor will then do some kind of magic, and within a few weeks it should be like I was forty years old again. Until then I think I'll be on some good pain killers, and Mark will have to wait on me day and night. Once again, it will look suspiciously like the old south. However, we will be in the privacy of our own home, and believe me, it may look like the mean old white man is bossing the poor black guy around, but the reality is Mark controls this house. I just walk the dogs, take out the garbage, wash the dishes, mop the floors, and generally do the household cleaning. Mark will do anything to get me back on my feet.