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Memory’s Mysterious Meanderings

The annual physical is almost finished.  The last test is to determine the mobility of my aged knees.  Hand on ankle, the other holding my foot, up and down he raises and lowers the right leg.  There is only a trace of creaking in the knee.

“Good.  Now for the left knee.”

He reaches gently, takes my foot, and then the left ankle.  He is about to lift my foot when I wince and call out, “Careful.  Watch the hole there.  It’s very sensitive.”

The startled doctor lifts his hand and peers at my left ankle.

“Good Heavens!  What happened here?”    Continue reading


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