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What a day, dog tired anyway...go to dr. appt with my Dad for pre-surgery testing.
We finally get in an hour after appt time, he needs an EKG, he takes his shirt off...there is a Black bruise the size of a softball on his side..."Um, Dad, how did you do that??" "Ah dang it girl, you weren't supposed to see that...rushing around, ran right into the corner of a hay wagon." "OH and how fast were you going and how hard did you hit it to do That???" "Well fast and hard enough it knocked me on my azz, you should see the bruises there!" Dr. finally comes in... Dad says "I just don't have the same stamina anymore..." Dr. asks what's up... Dad says "Friday I was out picking up stray bales that fell off the wagon in the field, throwing them up in the pickup to take in, after about 40 of them, I just couldn't do anymore." Dr. and I look at each other and just laugh. Dr. says "Well not much I can do to help you there, buddy, wish I could throw 40 hay bales around at my age." My Dad is 87...and he's afraid he's losing his stamina?? I can't keep up with the man! He wears me out just worrying about him and chasing him around telling him to s-l-o-w down! ...And I'm afraid to let him drive to the dr. alone?? I hope I'm that strong and independant at 87 (without the stubborness ) Something tells me it's an inherited trait. God love him. |
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Man after my own heart.
May he continue to live as he wants & when his time comes, go as he wants. He reminds me of my dad, died running his tow truck, winching a tanker out of the mud. Way he wanted it. |
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Man after my own heart. May he continue to live as he wants & when his time comes, go as he wants. He reminds me of my dad, died running his tow truck, winching a tanker out of the mud. Way he wanted it. {{{{Sage}}}} I know, I struggle, back and forth, between tying him down in his recliner and watching him work himself to a frazzle day in and day out. His twin was practically confined to the house the last couple years of his life...and that was too painful to watch, when all he wanted was to be out farming like he had all his life. Not sure who that was harder on ...my Dad or my Uncle. So I'm truly thankful Dad is able to be out and about doing what he loves and what keeps him going every day, and I'll just keep praying |
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