Knee Cocktails

My knees are intoxicated! I just returned from a visit to the doctor who served a cortisone/steroid cocktail to each of my knees. Injecting 10cc of fluid in each knee with a large needled syringe was a relatively painless experience … particularly in light of the prospect of having less knee pain for an extended period of time in the coming months.

I was prepared to make plans for knee replacements but the Dr. won’t talk to me about such a thing unless the injections stop working, there is a precipitous further injury, or the x-rays indicate a marked deterioration of the current status of my knees. I don’t know whether I’m happy about that strategy or not.

I suppose I will have to just leave it with the Lord. It seems to me as though that is something that ought to be easy to do … but I must confess … I sometimes find it harder than I think it ought to be.

The Knee Poem (edited)

By Lindsey Lane

Skinned knees
Scabby knees
Fall out of a tree and pick yourself up knees

Tucked knees
Cannon ball tight knees
Make a splash knees

Knobby kneed
Knock kneed
Nylons bagging, trying to grow up too fast knees

These knees
These knees
These simply bending
Knees

Silky knees
Charleston knees
Playing peekaboo behind hands knees
Teasing like winking eyes under skirts knees

Ooo…the bee’s knees
Make me weak in the knees
Crawl across hot sand and broken glass a million miles to kiss those knees
Swooning, fall into your arms knees.

These knees
These knees
These simply bending
Knees

Scarred knees
Scrubbing floors knees
Wounded knee
Boy, Get on your knees
Put your hands behind your back knees
Knee jerk, gun to the head knees
Take a knee
Bent
Bent down
Bent over
Bent up
Bent too long
Worn out
These knees can be replaced

Kneeling knees
Prayer knees
Feeling small at the altar of something big knees

Dig in the earth, dirt stained knees
Chubby baby wobbling into your lap
Begin again, crawling out of the muck

These knees
These knees
They simply bend