I have a bad feeling about this

And I really do feel bad. More accurately, my knee feels bad. When I was 17 I was involved in a motorcycle accident that messed up my left knee. I won't go into the actual damage because that's boring and gross and not really relevant. The knee is messed up; sometimes it hurts a little and doesn't work too well. Sometimes it hurts a lot and doesn't work too well. Suffice it to say that in the years between 17 and now, that knee has sometimes caused me problems but not ones that could not be resolved with some combination of time, drugs, rest and therapy. But most of the time I forget that it's messed up. Today, however, I'm very aware of the fact that it's fucked - and not at all in the good sense of that word.

Yesterday evening, as I was getting in the car (after taking the kids out to eat) I was halfway in the car with all my weight on my left leg, the leg kind of torqued around, when a gust of wind slammed the open car door into my left knee. And something in there felt like it gave way when that happened. When I could see again after the initial surge of red-hot PAIN, I started looking for blood on my leg because I was sure there had to be shattered bones sticking through there somewhere. There weren't. As soon as I got home, I went through my standard knee pain palliative care routine, but today - even with my trusty old knee brace on - the pain is still very bad. I have made an appointment with my orthopod surgeon neighbor for Monday afternoon, and something tells me that my luck may have run out with regard to surgery on this knee. I'll let you know. The good news is that I'm pretty sure that I'm not going to be schlepping any more concrete blocks this weekend.