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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with Elliebelly's Lurgy
Cause:	influence of the Devil
Symptoms:	mildly cockney accent, vague slow heartbeat, fear of the number thirteen
Cure:	drink four glasses of water a day until it goes away
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That's all well and good, but after four tries it _STILL_ didn't diagnose my knee. I'm back to using a cane, and the left leg won't hold my weight at all unless the knee is taped and wrapped. It wouldn't be so upsetting if I knew WHY it was acting up; I've not twisted, wrenched, or abused it at -all- lately. Hopefully it will pass.

Taxes are done and sent off, and there are refunds coming from both. Laundry's mostly caught up, but I can't move the washer to start tiling when I'm cripped. I'm less than pleased with that, to be honest. I wanted to do the job and put it behind me. Ah well. It can't hurt forever, right?

Ciao!
~Ellie