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.