I must have whacked my knee a good one the other day at the chicken houses. It started hurting a bit the night before last; it woke me up around 4:30 and I took a couple Advil to make it quiet down a bit. This evening, it was noticeably swollen and Mrs. Fetched finally realized I had some issues with it. She’s made me all comfy in the living room, dropped an ice pack on the knee, and even ran an extension cord so my MacBook would have da jooz.
I can kind of walk on it if I keep it straight. If I don't move the joint, it doesn't hurt that much.
The pain isn’t worth two lousy days away from the chickens. If I’d done it earlier, and gotten a week off? Maybe.