My Richmond Hill DIY Corner

I was half way through ordering my usual double-double at the Tim Hortons on Bramalea when I noticed my knee doing something weird. It was the left one, the one that had been twinging since that stupid play in Sunday night hockey. The sock felt tight where it never did. I tried to shift my weight and a small, unfamiliar pain jabbed behind the kneecap. The guy at the counter asked if I wanted a donut. I said sure, and then walked like a guy who was trying not to notice the l

I was halfway through ordering my double-double when I noticed people were looking at me. Not because I was being loud, but because I was favouring my right leg in a way I did not recognise. The knee felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and grit. Walking out to the Costco parking lot later that morning I realised the whole thing was swollen enough that my jeans didn't sit right over it. I remember thinking, weirdly, that it looked like something you see on those medica

I was at the Tim Hortons in the Costco parking lot, fumbling for change, when I realized my knee had ballooned up overnight. I remember the fluorescent lights humming, the smell of coffee and old fryers, and the limp as if someone had switched my left leg to a lower gear. I sat down on a cold metal chair and tried to straighten it, and the pain told me I had been pretending for too long. This was after a stupid little thing on the rec hockey ice in Brampton two weeks ear