happy birthday

to my knee. i forgot to wish it a happy birthday last week, when it turned one year old. unfortunately, it feels like it's 70 years old.

well, we'll see what the doctor says next week. although i can probably already guess: "give it more time." it's been almost four months, so it's got two months left to the six-month mark. my health insurance has been charged over $100k for all the treaments to my knee. it's been poked, prodded, cut open, sewn back up, cut open, sewn back up, and cut open and sewn back up again and again and again. i'm tired.

i feel like it's the thorn in my flesh, that God has a very specific purpose for this. i just wish i could figure out what it is. but for now, i must continue to wait patiently.