A Short Playlist For My Hurt Knee
Last night my ripe old age of 24 caught up with my youthful antics; while attempting to “bust a move” and “get my freak on” at Barbarella, I hyper-extended my knee.
Pause for laughter….
Needless to say, today’s activities have consisted of popping ibuprofen, elevating my leg, alternating between ice packs and hot towels, and limping around like a drunken homeless man. Hopefully I can lick this thing before the One Wolf show on Sunday, but until then, I have created a small but suitable playlist dedicated to my left knee, which at the moment is swollen to the size of a grapefruit.
