So, I'm not that old. I'm 25. But I'm apparently old enough to experience the feeling of 'I'm old'. About a week ago, while running, I sort of fell. Well...actually, I fell. I landed on one of my knees and scrapped it on the pavement. This is something that used to happen to me all the time when I was little. A scrapped knee is almost synonymous with being a child. But, when I was a child, a scrapped knee seemed to heal really fast.
Right now my knee is still fucked up and it's the worst thing that has ever happened to me ever (yes, I'm exaggerating a little).
I don't know what's changed. When I was a child a scrapped knee lasted a few days. Now I'm going on a week and my knee is still all fucked up. I'm pouring neosporin on the scrap and it still isn't healing. What the hell has happened to my body that it can't heal like it did when I was a child?
Anyway, there's my old man rant/story. What's your rant/story?
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