I hate skinned knees. And skinned palms. I cut up a pineapple yesterday and pretty much ground acidy juice into the scrapes, and I couldn't push down on the knife handle with the heel of my hand. I've gouged the corner of my desk into the raw kneecap several times now. I couldn't push a shopping cart last night. I can't push off on my knees when I'm getting up off the couch. I tried to get into the car last night with my backpack and ended up blurting out, "Ow, ow, OW! Waffle!" as I dragged him across... read more
