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I know it's going to rain just by how they feel. Long story: One morning, the local television station had on the bottom of the screen that my college classes would be open as normal after an ice/sleet thingy. It wasn't really a storm, but more of a layer of ice.
Not being smart first thing in the morning, I didn't think about the ice being such a thin invisible layer on my porch/deck/ramp thingy. I never wake up until after at least an hour of being out of bed. My brain takes that long to adjust to the horrible state of "awake at 7:00 in the morning after forcing myself to sleep at night. OMFG, the horror of it all."
Well, I went bopping my half awake ass out the door without thinking. We don't get much snow/ice/sleet crap around here. I didn't expect the Barney Fife move I would be doing halfway down the ramp.
Somehow, I fell hard (and I mean Earthy shaking, ice breaking, kneecap breaking, neighborhood quaking hard. I somehow fell hard on my right knee and twisted the Hell (and heard a bad bad cracking sound) out of my left knee. The right knee got all swollen and hurt, but I could walk on the right leg ok.
Something went wrong with my left knee. That twisty cracking thing never quite got better. So, I do have a slight limp now. It's not overly noticeable but it's there.
Now, when it's going to rain or be overcast, that left knee hurts like holy fucking hell. The right knee throbs, but the left knee feels just like it just did that twisty cracking thing again.
Tonight, it's hurting. It is going to rain. I just know it.
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