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I remember standing in the Costco parking lot, cart full of weekend supplies, and realising I could not put my full weight on my right leg without this deep, grinding pain. The sunlight off the pavement felt almost too bright. My son was in the cart, pointing at a toy truck, and I was trying to act casual while shifting my weight like a drunk man at a wedding. It had been six days since my arthroscopic knee surgery and the swelling was worse than the surgeon had warned me a

I was halfway through unbuckling the kid's car seat in the Costco parking lot when I noticed it, that weird half-step I was taking to avoid putting my full weight on my right leg. My father had had his knee replaced three days earlier in Mississauga, and I had been carrying groceries and wrangling him into the house more than I thought. I remember the sun reflecting off the minivan, the chicken parm container warming up on the seat, and thinking, why am I limping? The da

I was two cars away from the Costco exit, coffee in the cup holder, when I realised my left knee would not straighten all the way. I had driven the 410 that morning cursing construction like usual, thinking it was just another one of those mornings where my back and knees remind me I am not twenty anymore. Then the limp started, slow and stubborn, and by the time I was back at the minivan I was timing my steps as if the pavement might bite. My kid was in the back seat, head

I was halfway through taking the stroller out of the trunk in the Costco parking lot when my knee gave me that particular jolt of panic. Not sharp exactly, more like a loud, wrong crack and then a stubborn, heavy swelling that made the rest of the day a blur of hobbling and one-handed parenting. I remember gripping the stroller handle with my good leg, the wind cold in my face, thinking, that is not how a Saturday should go. It was only a few months earlier that I had si

I was halfway through getting my coffee at the Tim Hortons by the Costco in Vaughan when I realized my knee felt like it had its own weather system. It wasn't just Push Pounds Physiotherapy stiff, it was puffy and warm, and my usual limp had a new, embarrassed swagger. I had come out of the hospital two weeks earlier after a routine knee replacement for my dad, who lives a few doors down in Mississauga, and now I was the one doing the driving to appointments, the one lear

I was halfway through paying at the Tim Hortons counter, wallet out, coffee lukewarm, when I felt it: a tight, hot swelling behind my knee like someone had shoved a fist into it. I remember the fluorescent lights and the low hum of the store, the kid behind the counter asking if I wanted a receipt, and me blurting, "No, I think I'm fine," while shifting my weight from one leg to the other. Walking back to the car in the Costco parking lot felt wrong, like the knee was a hin

I was halfway through taking my kid to soccer practice when I realized I could not really bend my knee without a loud, ugly crunch and a hot, sharp sting. It was a weird place to notice it, standing in the Costco parking lot in Vaughan with a soccer ball under my arm and a child asking if the hot dog stand was open. The limp showed up on the drive home, first subtle, then obvious enough that I texted my wife a picture of my shoe on the pedal and she said, "Seriously, when a

I was halfway through the Costco parking lot, cart full of lightbulbs and a case of paper towels, when my knee gave that odd, wet-sock kind of buckle. One second I was trying to balance the cart with my hip because the kid had decided to escape his seat, the next I was leaning on the bumper of the van, breathing and thinking, oh great, not this again. It was late afternoon, the sun had that weird March tilt, and my phone buzzed with a work email that I ignored because I cou