arthritis epitome of incomprehensibility If I name what I'm afraid of, does it go away? No. That's not how these things work. But "afraid" here is maybe more frustration than fear. Less "Aaaah!" and more "I'm afraid that..." coupled with a reasonable prediction. Okay, maybe the pain in my left kneecap is from some kind of injury, like when I wrenched my arm last year from the dog pulling at the leash. Or landing feet-first from a tree into a hammock because of impulsivity (see "impulsivity" - see it, hear it, be it). I don't want to be arthritis, but I might be. Arthritic, to be adjectivey. My dad started getting this at 60. My mom? Today she said, "25...maybe younger." Anyway, I see a doctor on Friday. Fingers crossed, it's something that can be made better, whatever it is. Fingers crossed, it won't make the act of crossing fingers painful - at least not for a while. 260311 what's it to you? who go blather from