Knee-Deep Troubles

As a wise John Donne once said, "No man is an island entire of itself." It can also be said that no organ within s man's body can escape such codependency. One bad ankle or knee or foot & the whole ship's going down. and as fun as it would be to hop around like a  Dufflepud, our anatomy will not allow for such monarchical footing. One bad stomach or liver or kidney & you enter into a never-ending cacophony of doctoral opinions, the sound of which makes you want to crawl into a fetal position and deny your weakness altogether.

This time it's my knee, a simple pulled muscle & I can't bend or climb or kick. This condition is temporary, I'm sure, but the fear of being handicapped by my own missteps sometimes overwhelms my rationale. My life would change dramatically if this was not a temporary condition, & that terrifies me to the point that my ineptness already feels palpable. How is it that a being can be so adept and yet simultaneously so fragile? It is beyond the comprehension of my limited scope. Oh mortality, how you befuddle my mind...