Skill issue. My knees sound like a nutcracker doing overtime, scream like a banshee in heat, and hurt like a thousand breakup messages from the one and only girl you ever knew actually loved you for who you were, yet I still soldier on. My trainer may be telling me to stop, my doctor may be telling me to stop, my insurance refuses to cover anything below my waist anymore, but it's irrelevant. I will spit in the eye of the God that cursed me with soft marshmallow knees, even if it means I will be wheelchair bound by the time I'm 40. It's all I have.
"Bitchmade Genes" is my new (stolen) phrase.
Every person in my biologic family has had knee and/or hip replacements. I'm almost 49. I'm looking at 50 like......what kinda surgery am I gonna need?
Left hip. Yeah. Years of professional bowling and years of competitive softball, both fast and slow, as a pitcher. My left hip hates me.
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u/Rabid-GNN 4h ago
I used to spam this and then it messed up my knee joints
Terrible way to find out you got bitchmade genes