Up With The Good…Down With The Bad

Friday, upon returning home from the Bible Class, I made the mistake of entering my home by stepping up on the porch with the leg which has the bad knee (knowing I should step up with the good knee).  Needless to say, I was in desperate need of pain killers which I immediately began to self-administer.  Possibly, I took a few to many because around 3:00 p.m. I decided to go to the Dollar Store and as I exited my home I stepped down with the leg which has the good knee.  More pain — more pain killers…before long I was staggering around the house like Foster Brooks at a Dean Martin Roast.

I usually receive two or three calls per month, but as you might know, the phone rang at 6:50 p.m. — it was Shortfellow with a question about a radio-preacher.  I’m sure he must have thought I had just returned from Daddy Sam’s, but such was not the case.

I don’t believe I want any more pain medication.  Not only do they make a person kinda goofy, now I’m sore from bumping into walls and kicking the bedpost with my little toe.

Now, there is a sign posted by my backdoor — Up with the good / down with the bad.