It would be funny if it were someone else

Ever hear of the proverb For Want Of A Nail? No? Okay, you twisted my arm.

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

I'd like to dedicate that poem to the metal strip holding down my carpet in front of my door.

Wednesday I tripped. Surprise, surprise. I stubbed my right big toe on said metal strip, and sliced it open. It was a clean slice, like a skilled surgeon, but when it's on your toe, it's painful.

To protect my toe, I wore tennis shoes all day Thursday. I rarely wear tennis shoes, so this particular pair is old and decrepit. I must say though, I looked very sporty and cute with my sister's maternity top and a jean skirt.

Friday morning I woke up to a very tender Achilles tendon in my right foot. I favored my foot all day, and around early afternoon o' clock I realized my back was starting to hurt. By bedtime, I took Tylenol and hoped some rest would help.

Well. It's Sunday afternoon, and I can barely move. It hurts to walk, sit, stand, lay, you name it, it hurts to do it. I can't bend over and pick up Zesty, or pick up anything. I even skipped Sunday School this morning to lay in bed an extra two hours to be able to make it through morning worship. And except for giving birth, I can count on one hand the number of services I've missed because of illness in the last 10 years.

Y'all just remember MawMaw and her heating pad in prayer today.