Poor knee!

Just look at this amazing flower! One of the few that the darling deer left unscathed. If you look closely, you can just about see a honey bee enjoying his breakfast, packing his trousers with the golden treasure. That's when I thought about bees knees, and hoped that this bee's knees were feeling a lot better than my poor knee, which seems to have conked out altogether! I was on my way to the orthopaedic surgeon, when I noticed the sunflower simply shining in the morning's glory, so I took her picture with my phone, and I'm so glad that I did because the rest of the morning went slip sliding down the hill at an out-of-control rate! The sorebones asked me (quite seriously!) how long had my legs been so crooked!! So I told him 62 and a half years! But I was quick to add that they'd done me right proud for all those years, with no complaints until now. So after a thorough examination of the offending knee, they drew 3 vials of fluid from the knee joint! I can't even begin to describe the intensity of the pain! The needle was fatter than my fattest tapestry needle, and in it went, right into the angry joint. The following cortisone shot was a breeze...in fact, even produced a chuckle! An MRI has been scheduled soon, then we'll go from there. I wish I was a bee!