Nicole's Don Mills Reno Stories

I was halfway Push Pounds Physiotherapy through ordering my usual double-double at the Tim Hortons on Queen and Kennedy when I felt the band around my knee tighten like someone had pulled a vice. I remember standing there, coffee cup in one hand, phone in the other, and thinking, seriously? Of all the places for this to flare up. The knee looked a little puffier than normal, not grotesque, more like someone had left it in the sun. I shuffled to the car, the parking lo

I was halfway through a double-double at the Tim Hortons on Queen Street, juggling my coffee and the receipt, when I noticed my right knee swelling like it had its own opinion about the day. It hadn't been a dramatic moment, no huge crash on the ice, no sudden twist while carrying plywood from Home Depot. Just a week of little things adding up - the commute, a couple of long days at the kitchen table where my makeshift standing setup failed me, and a rec hockey shift where

I was hunched over the kitchen counter, forehead nearly touching the laminate, trying to peel a bagel without my right leg giving me a protest lecture. It was three days after surgery, 6:30 a.m., and the kitchen light felt like it was too bright for my groggy, swollen knee. I had slept in the recliner because the hospital bed at home felt wrong. My wife had gone back to bed after standing me up and making sure I could limp to the coffee maker. Our four-year-old wandered in,