Life On Pain, Part II

I've been staying in bed the past few days, changing my mattress into a tapestry of unkempt studious ambition and a little of daring chaos. My books and binders are spread all over the side of the bed that I never use. I feel better if I'm stretched laying down, and I can rotate relaxing and unfolding my legs and drawing them up again, one at a time. If I'm too quick, I get stabs of pain down my leg. Most of the time, my knees throb no matter what I do or what position I'm taking. The pills make my life better, but they don't completely remove the stabbing sensations or do much to blunt the pain of getting up and walking. Much less doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, like I did this morning.