On a Scale from One to Ten

I have some time before I most go.

Where is it I must be, you may

wonder? I have one of those I-pad

meetings with my physical therapist

from the VA.

She will ask me how I am doing

and on a scale from one to ten,

what is my pain level right now?

Oh, I’m managing, I’ll respond.

About a three, but it’s early and

more than likely I’ll be around a

seven or eight at the end of the day.

How in hell would I know.? It’s

all just a stupid number’s game

anyway.

Contact me around eight, nine or

ten this evening and I’ll tell you

again, I’m still managing. That’s

the best I can expect these old

and decrepit days.

I will say, though, given age and

condition, my “Wise Guy” and

“Smart Ass” functions are

working quite well. I can usually

attain a perfect ten most days

with those, you know.

Seems to get better or worse

with age, depending on how

you look at it. Thanks for asking

anyway.

                       -30-

Chris Hanch 12-9-2021