I Did Keep Climbing

I recently tweaked my knee somewhere in the outer back of my leg so that now each time I bend it while climbing the stairs a pain starts to glow through me like one of those supernatural, horror movie light bulbs that explode on the porch of an old house filled with many secrets, one being a demon that likes to scare its inhabitants for a while before it decides to move in and take somebody. 

I was just moving some heavy boxes. It wasn’t like I was pushing myself more than I normally would. Though I suppose there was the waiting at the top of the stairs for a few minutes for my heartbeat to leave my ears and my breath to sit down.

And if I’m to be honest, when I felt my knee twinge I did keep climbing, each wince an attempt to climb it out,

and I admit I did do this a few times until all the boxes had been relocated from a neighbor’s porch to my living room.

All you did was walk up and down some stairs and carry heavy boxes, I tell myself. It wasn’t exactly the kind of high-risk situation you tie yourself to and make a YouTube video with. It’s not like you were scaling a bridge to bungie jump for the sake of completing a bucket list made up of all the things you wanted to do and didn’t because they were either too dangerous or too expensive or both.

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