Last week I was on my knees in the living room, without the benefit of knee pads. They were a little sore, but it would go away, right? Well my right knee is now swollen to the size of a grapefruit and I can barely walk. I went to the doctor‘s Wednesday, and they’re calling it a combined strain and arthritis attack. I’m calling it hell at night. The pain got so bad, I took off work Friday because I can’t bend my leg to get into the car. The pills they gave me work for an hour or so, but I can only take them twice a day, and they aren’t affecting the swelling. Now I regret throwing away mom’s wheelchair. I could use it to get groceries... How can I describe the pain? It is like there is a little demon on my knee. He has a screwdriver under the kneecap and is gleefully prying it up. While he’s in there, he’s dumping in salt and stuffing it with lemon jello. It hurts to move, it hurts to keep still. It hurts to put pressure on it, and it hurts to take it off. Any attempt to