I am stuck a half block from my house. I am unable to stand, or walk. I can't even bend my knee to get into a taxi because of the intense pain in my left knee. And a voice is screaming in my head: "If you weren't such a fat cow this wouldn't be happening!" I am about ten feet from the entrance to the corner store and so I bite the bullet and limp-hop my way to the store and go inside for some kind of respite. …
The Knee Chronicles: The Day the Earth Stood Still On One Leg, Pt. 2
I decided to go to my friend's birthday celebration. It is a relatively low key night in the realm of true party girlness. The plan is to attend a campy play at a nightclub's cabaret room which is located minutes from my house. One quick cab ride away. I hobble with my cane to the corner store and get cash from the ATM and then hobble to the corner to flag a taxi. That's when all Hell breaks loose. …