I was thinking about the Canadian National Anthem a moment ago; my mind is a twisted mess of jumbled connections, just like my knee. I go in to have that knee looked at tomorrow morning to see why it has quit working the way it was designed. I have wondered about the basic operations of my brain also. They have taken x-rays and told me they couldn’t find anything. So, like the ad campaign, “A mind is a terrible thing!”
I hope they can repair my knee, at least to remove some of the discomfort; maybe restore some mobility to it. I hate to think that I have that little green Z sitting in my garage with no way to have fun in it. It’s a good thing I’m not Catholic too, all that getting up and down to kneel on a hard railing. I really don’t like going to see doctors; however, if I have to go see one, at least it’s for something they might have a shot at fixing; broken bones and sewing up cuts is all they’re good for, the rest is a guess with them. So, not really sure what the words are for the Canadian Anthem, something about a bended knee, a guarded knee; maybe it was wounded knee, no, that was something else. Anyway, tomorrow I get to take the morning off and visit with the pill pusher. Wish me luck, more than that, let’s hope the doctor at my HMO speaks English this time.
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