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Ron, misery loves company.
I trashed my knee coming down the Stairs from Hell at my house the day after Christmas.
It's still swollen, purple, and hurts like hell.
And I still walk funny. Nerve damage.
I make it through the day by taking an assortment of anti-inflammatories, aspirin, and Ibuprofen.
They help, but my doctors still tell me to "hurry up and wait."
For that I pay $45???
Hang in there, Brudda.
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