knobby knees, liquid nitrogen, and Mercurochrome’s axe murderer effect

I don’t mean to brag (of course I do), but I just may have the knobbiest knees on the planet.  In our hemisphere, for sure.  I’m a mortal lock for Top Ten.  My knees have their own topography.

Other girls aspired to be student council president or on the homecoming court; I dreamed of wearing a short skirt without knocking bony knees against single end table corner.  You can guess which of those dreams was more likely to come true.  (I’ll give you a hint: I doubt I went more than a month my entire childhood without bangs and bruises.)

It’s not like I survived a disfiguring accident – I’m just one of those lucky folks born with knees that bang into each other when I sit down.  Or stand up.  Or move in any way.  I’m strangely lacking in long term memories, but I have two very distinct ones regarding, of all things, my knobby knees.

One is the day a naval doctor froze fifteen warts off my right knee.  I’d picked up one or two in my teens and, being a wise-beyond-my-years adolescent, of course I didn’t pay attention to the warnings about how easily they spread.  It’s two warts, for heaven’s sake, no big deal.  I’ll put a little Compound W on there and fix it right up.  Except when you’re dumb stubborn idiotic and continue shaving.  Thus the two multiplied and I gained a remarkably memorable experience of having all fifteen of them removed using liquid nitrogen.  In a single appointment.

My other memory wraps “go play outside,” peer pressure, and a fear of uncontrollable speed up with a neat little bow.

I was in second grade and all the kids were hanging out at our neighbor’s house, the one with a giant St. Bernard that was the fluffiest dog I’d ever seen.  This particular neighbor had a downhill driveway – I remember it being pretty steep, but that might be the skewed memory of a traumatized seven-year-old talking – and we were taking turns riding skateboards down it.  Not that any of us could skate; kids would kneel on the board and whiz off down the driveway, squealing with delight.

That should have been my first clue right there.  I can count on one hand the number of times high speeds and delighted squeals have come together in my life.  Anyway…

Everyone was taking a turn and soon enough I found myself holding a skateboard, staring at a ridiculously long driveway (again, seven-year-old memory) and wondering how to get out of this.  But down went the board and I plopped myself onto it, perching on my knees and readying the requisite squeal.  I took a deep breath and started my run, bracing for whatever came next.

Whatever came next didn’t take long.  The skateboard picked up speed, I freaked out, and being über cool under pressure I immediately dropped my knees on either side of the board to use as makeshift brakes.  That’s right – I left skin off both knees on that driveway as I desperately tried to stop the skateboard.

That afternoon I ended up with both knees covered in Mercurochrome, a first aid antiseptic some genius decided should be red.  Once mom had slathered it on I looked like a axe murderer had taken practice swings on my knees.

Good times.

7 thoughts on “knobby knees, liquid nitrogen, and Mercurochrome’s axe murderer effect

  1. You used your knees as brakes ?? Oh, my, I can picture the red. I still have a scar from a skinned knee where a stone got lodged in there. But I was on my way to the movies, so I didn’t get it treated. Years later, I dislocated that same knee, ignored the issue (actually, I popped it back into place and went on my way). Next morning…size of a basketball. Off to the ER. I’m not looking forward to arthritis !!

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