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But, mostly I need to clean out junk and throw it out. You can call the city here for bulk pick-up, and I have a small truck I can take to the dump.

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Here you call, put it outside on the day they tell you and they come eventually a few days later [after your neighbors call to complain, usually].

I've got a big dead TV I bought in 1998. And, Christ is that thing heavy.

I actually carried it up the five sets of stairs by myself in 1998. But I wasn't yet 38 then. Now I cannot be sure I could even get from the stand to the floor without a catastrophe. Especially since I cannot trust my right knee bent that far with weight.

I had all the cartilage removed from my knee by like 1989 after countless injuries that date back to 1971. In 1996, I had microfracture surgery when it was rather experimental. It was done by two surgeons who were team doctors for the NY Giants.

They really didn't explain the procedure too well until it was over. At the time, I was trusting, young, believed myself bulletproof and desperate to have less pain so I could walk my walks. Mostly I liked that I was awake and could watch the inside of my knee on a TV they set up for me. All my other knee surgeries were under general anesthesia. The little fractures looked like little oil well when the blood spurt up ...

At first it did well, but it's been eroding on me since 2003. The weight I put on from 1996 to 2005 didn't help [obviously].


In September I just had to admit to myself that I'm not going to be involved in getting it downstairs [my knee has always made going down worse than going up anyway].





In the next couple of months, my landlady is going to pay for some Brazilians she knows to take a bunch of stuff down for me [TV, bed/boxspring, broken waredrobe].

It really pisses me off that my knee and shoulder aren't doing as well as I would like them to.