My sore knee

a sore knee makes me walk like a chimpanzee

The Orthopaedic surgeon’s question surprised and annoyed me; “why did you come to the emergency room?” Didn’t he notice the strange way I walked, into his surgery? I was walking the way homo sapiens used to walk when they were still in the chimpanzee stage of evolution.

He didn’t even throw me a banana or some peanuts. I was bent over, eyes on the floor, arms hanging down to my knees, only by walking in this twisted manner did I avoid excruciating pain in the back of my left knee.

I’ve been suffering for a while, but as long as I didn’t put too much weight on my left leg, the pain was bearable. The click in my knee came suddenly just as I was complementing myself on being able to climb the stairs from the air raid shelter after the end of a rocket attack, showing the truth of the aphorism “pride cometh before the fall”.

On second thought, I decided that he was right; emergency rooms are only for people who thought that they were dying and needed to be snatched from the yawning maul of death.