My back is shot, and I have a crack front tooth on top of the back pain. When trouble comes, in often comes in spades.
This is the price of old age. These problems come with the territory, and there's nothing anyone can do about it, but tough it out with Aleve and Mary Jane for pain, alternating ice and heat.
It's off to the dentist I go for the cracked tooth.
Who knows when the back will repair itself. I've already had one surgery on it. Maybe it's time for surgery number two.
This time I injured the back by carrying Kahlua, the dog that died last week, up a flight of stairs. In the words of the my mother Mary, "No good deed will go unpunished." and it hasn't.
Oh yeah, the washing machine is broken. That's two in that last 16 years.
My woman left me
My mule went lame
Lost me money in a poker game
Wind storm came just the other day
Had a house, blew it away
Having so much trouble
So much trouble
So much trouble, bout to lose my mind
That's it.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/ Not War
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