A few nights ago I was getting things ready for our Wednesday evening service at church. I always arrive before anyone else with my wife and daughter in order to get things fully prepared for the service. My knee started to bend backward as I was walking at the front of the main auditorium and I came to an abrupt and painful halt. I steadied myself on a communion table and sat for a minute. This has happened to me before over the years, but not to the extent of that evening's near collapse. The stranger thing was that it happened two more times within the next half hour. It's never done that before. The sensation almost feels as though there's nothing holding my leg together at the center and it will fall apart in two seperate sections. The pain goes away soon enough, but the uncertainty that comes with every step taken after this happens lingers for a while.
The stranger thing is that I've done a lot of work involving my legs since then. I've been walking, kneeling, carrying heavy things for long distances, and general movement. My knee has felt like it always has, and it leaves me wondering if it will one day just fall apart altogether without any warning. I guess that this is all a part of the process when your leg is heavily damaged and reconstructed with various chunks of metal, but my accident injuries really don't allow for me to live with any time off from the reminders of their existence and the uncertainties that come with them. It's kind of a drag.
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