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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 halfway through ordering a double-double at Tim Hortons, the line crawling because someone ahead of me wanted to argue about muffins, when my mind drifted to my knee and I nearly dropped my cup. The right one was puffy around the patella, warm when I brushed it with my hand, and every step from the car felt off, like a loose hinge trying to decide whether it wanted to work or not. I had been using the walker for a week by then. Doing that grocery trip without dropping

I was standing in the Costco Vaughan parking lot, grocery cart half-emptied onto the trunk, when my dad called and his voice was small in a way I had not heard before. "They want me up on my feet already," he said. "They said physio starts tomorrow, volunteer or in-clinic, I can pick." I remember the concrete under my feet feeling far away, like I was watching someone else hold the cart while my brain tried to do the math of work, daycare pickup, and two physio options that