How else to explain it?
About 3:00 during the cold early-morning hours of a Friday in December I was driving as quickly as I could to Foothills Medical Centre, about 10 minutes from my house. The evening before, I had tripped and fallen on the walkway leading to a friend’s place.
At the time I had shrugged off the fall as a simple accident, given that there really wasn’t any bleeding. But after I retired for the night, particularly during the previous two hours, an awful, searing pain built up in my right knee. I decided to drive to the emergency room. Whatever the problem with my knee, I felt confident that the hospital would at least give me something that would help me deal …