It was about 10:30 PM, and I was getting ready for bed. The scab on my knee was big and thick. It was going to be another night of frequent waking up because it kept catching on the covers. I couldn’t straighten it much, and I couldn’t bend it much. Several days earlier I was rowing with a friend, and as we walked down the dock toward the water, I accidentally stepped off the traction pad. My foot slipped out from under me, and I skidded down the gravely textured adhesive pad