Screaming Knee

Yesterday evening and into the night, I took on re-organizing the garage. This plan had been in the works for awhile, but with Breezy gone from the garage, I took action.

I'd had trouble with the furnace making loud water noises along the vent pipe. This was way more water than should be flowing from a vent pipe. I finally had to cut the pipe, that runs out from the furnace right angling straight down against the wall, the right angling again, to head out through the garage wall, a distance of almost 12 feet. Someone had installed that pipe at an angle, the wrong angle. Water doesn't run uphill.

So, over time, the water accumulated in the pipe, unable to make the grade and actually vent out through the wall of the garage, due to the grade. It was stupidity of whomever put that in that way.

I had to remove the dryer vent piping also and saw it was clogged in lint. It's too far, to vent lent. It's 8 feet from where the vent hole comes through the wall from the bathroom, to where it exits the house, right beside the heat pump, which is also a stupid place to vent lint from a dryer, right into the heat pump.

It's an electric dryer. There's no Carbone monoxide from an electric dryer running. For now, I am venting the lint into a fine meshed wire "bag" and into the garage, which actually helps heat it. That heat will be unwanted in the scorching summer, however, so I'll figure something else out then. I don't dry much during the summer. I hang out clothes and towels.

But these two little projects were really picky wicky things. I don't have battery tools that function more than a few moments, due to battery life exhausted. Makes it tougher.

Now that Breezy is gone, I decided to move the shelves, there when I came, heavy and poorly built, into the corner. To do so I had to move everything off them first. Most of its junk and needs to be tossed. So I tossed it.

Then I tried moving those junky shelves. I ripped something in my knee while doing so.

I kept at it though, because I had no choice. No strong young people are going to swoop in to help. I have no family, no friends around here. When work needs done, it has to be me doing it, in pain or not.

But, after getting the shelves where I wanted them, then putting the suff I was keeping back on the shelves, my knee was screaming. I quit then but my knee didn't quit. It only worsened until, when I went to bed, I was shreiking in pain. It was terribly painful to touch my knee on the inside or below it. When I would roll on my back the pain migrated to the underneath, the backside of my knee and down below my knee on the top. It was terrible pain.

I tried ice, lots of it. I couldn't walk. My mind was racing, wondering how I was going to take care of the cats and shop for what I needed with my knee in such shape. I thought maybe I had actually broken my leg somehow.

Then I turned a certain direction. The result produced loud cracking, snapping and popping. I was shrieking, I tell you. But after that, no more pain. Oh there, was a small amount, but I could suddenly walk again, and the pain subsided enough so I went directly to sleep. This morning its like nothing happened, just a little soreness.

I think I must have dislocated something that suddenly snapped or popped back into its rightful place. That is the only explanation I can think of.

Wasn't an easy night, but after the sudden popping snapping cracking event, it was ok, I could sleep, and I slept in late to make up.