After seeing the doctor, she wants to try some crazy injections under my patella, to relieve pain and possibly regenerate some cartilage in the knee. The strange/funny thing about these injections is they are chicken cartilage.
My classmates in school were a bit cruel calling me,”chicken legs”. I grew to take the teasing and learned to ignore them. The ironic thing in this story is, after all that teasing, I’m actually going to have chicken parts in my knees.
To be totally honest, in school, I was so scrawny and my legs were so thin; especially around the ankles, I truly looked like I had chicken legs. I’ll admit it.
I sent our Pastor an email tonight to explain our absence. I told him about the doctors suggestions. His response is below. I love our church. The Pastor and everyone there are just great. They have made Barry, Mom and I feel welcome since the day we walked in the front door. Just a wonderful place.
Email from Pastor:
Sure will…chicken legs! Haha!
Committed for Him,
Victory Baptist Church