Cut Me, Doc, Cut Me

I know it probably won't work, but I'm signing up for surgery. I've combined advil and tylenol. I've done the physical therapy, the braces and the weird shots of sugar and bacteria -- or spun out particles of my own blood. Left knee got better. Right knee got worse.


It was my niece's wedding, and Shannon is not submitting to nobody, nowhere.  She came out of the womb screaming like a banshee, and that screaming for shit didn't stop until she learned how to talk.