It's not a joke

I'm sure you recognize Frankenstein's monster. Well, that has been my nickname for the last month. I found out that my kneecap had migrated west. Not where it's supposed to be. So I went to the Physical Therapist. I had not intended to do that because the last therapist I went to didn't do much. This one, however, told me about the knee thing, taped it up in a really wierd way, and it is on the mend. So the monster walk will soon be better. He is giving me exercises in the pool and out to work on the knee and on the back problem. And it is already working though I just started.

I have, therefore, been not growing old, and definitely not gracefully.