My knee is killing me. Last January, I was hit by car while riding my bicycle along a crosswalk in St, George, Utah. It hurt pretty bad for a few months after, but has felt good for the past several. Until last night when I helped my sister move from her condo to her new home.
Special thanks to all you stupid Utahans for your 'no-fault law' without your idiocy, I wouldn't have a weak knee.