So once upon a time last night my Florence Nightingale roommate wrapped my knee (cuz I fell up the stairs, you know?) and then it took me forever to figure out how to get into my bed since my knee wouldn't bend.
Then today I had to walk down lots of stairs to go to class because our elevator is broken (and elevators are evil, anyway; I don't know that I would have taken it even if it were working). Try doing that with a gimpy knee.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths