I spoke too soon. Me and my big mouth...
I'm in the hospital. I was admitted earlier today.
This past Monday, the area surrounding my right kneecap started to swell. While I'd been preparing the Communion implements for Sunday's service, I somehow managed to bump my right knee on the side of the heavy oak wood table that we use for Communion.
At the time, I felt a sharp jolt of pain. But within a minute or two it was gone, and I felt fine. Everything seemed to be okay, and I went about my work. However, by Monday morning, I noticed that the kneecap area had become swollen. I could also feel the accumulation of water under the skin, which often occurs when the knee suffers an impact-type injury. Yet there was still no pain, only the swelling.
By Tuesday, things got worse. It started to hurt a lot. So I reported for "sick call" at the prison's Infirmary. The nurse examined me and then gave me two days of bed rest along with a handful of Ibuprofen tablets to take for the pain. I thus returned to my cell and tried to stay off my feet as much as possible.
It was all to no avail. By Wednesday, the area around the kneecap was hideously swollen. And the pain was beyond description. I could barely walk. In fact, in the evening, when I went to take a shower, to my embarrassment, I got stuck in the stall. I ended up on the slimy floor of the stall, unable to get up.
Thankfully, though, an approximately seven foot tall black guy, by the name of Richie, happened by. He saw my predicament and helped me up. I had to lean on his side and hop up and down on my good leg as Richie led me to my cell, where I plopped down on my bunk, soaking wet. It was no doubt my moment of shame, although I could laugh about it now.
D.B.
This past Monday, the area surrounding my right kneecap started to swell. While I'd been preparing the Communion implements for Sunday's service, I somehow managed to bump my right knee on the side of the heavy oak wood table that we use for Communion.
At the time, I felt a sharp jolt of pain. But within a minute or two it was gone, and I felt fine. Everything seemed to be okay, and I went about my work. However, by Monday morning, I noticed that the kneecap area had become swollen. I could also feel the accumulation of water under the skin, which often occurs when the knee suffers an impact-type injury. Yet there was still no pain, only the swelling.
By Tuesday, things got worse. It started to hurt a lot. So I reported for "sick call" at the prison's Infirmary. The nurse examined me and then gave me two days of bed rest along with a handful of Ibuprofen tablets to take for the pain. I thus returned to my cell and tried to stay off my feet as much as possible.
It was all to no avail. By Wednesday, the area around the kneecap was hideously swollen. And the pain was beyond description. I could barely walk. In fact, in the evening, when I went to take a shower, to my embarrassment, I got stuck in the stall. I ended up on the slimy floor of the stall, unable to get up.
Thankfully, though, an approximately seven foot tall black guy, by the name of Richie, happened by. He saw my predicament and helped me up. I had to lean on his side and hop up and down on my good leg as Richie led me to my cell, where I plopped down on my bunk, soaking wet. It was no doubt my moment of shame, although I could laugh about it now.
D.B.
