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Honestly, my knee brace is the least interesting thing about me

I met someone new on the weekend who seemed a little obsessively helpful about my knee. “Have you tried copper?” “”Do you know that they make aspirin just for arthritis now?” “When are you getting a new knee?”

This was followed by a stream of questions about what I could and couldn’t do.

It was all because I was wearing my knee brace.

The thing is I have excellent medical care. I believe my doctors when they say if someone is selling stem cell transplants that they say will fix your knees, they’re lying. They know I’m an academic and so they joyfully refer me to the research. And while I don’t exactly like the knee brace–it’s bulky and ugly–I appreciate that it lets me do things like walk 14,000 steps in New York.

My kids try to make me feel better by telling me it looks Ninja steam punk. Whatever.

This person acted like I couldn’t do anything. She was shocked that I could ride a bike.

I guess we all need things to talk to strangers about. I get that. And I get that the knee brace looks big and scary and dramatic. But in the scheme of things it’s not that interesting. It’s functional. It works. I’m very happy to have it.

It made me wonder if I’ve ever been that person. Have I ever obsessed about an assistive device rather than paying attention to the person using it? If so, please accept my apologies.

When I went to a friend’s birthday party Sunday night I didn’t wear the knee brace. I took it off along with my jacket when I got there. I decided I had better things to talk about. Like Russian Doll. It was a Russian Doll themed birthday party. It would be fun to edit a “Philosophy and Russian Doll” collection. What do you think?

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