The realisation that I can no longer heal up over a weekend was a hard pill to swallow, and therefore have to think things through more than I used to. Breaking bones seem to hurt more than they used to, besides taking longer to heal. I remember cutting previous casts off after two weeks, whereas I just got out of one that I had to wear for the full six. Still sporting a brace. I still hate pain killers as much as I used to, and still won’t take them, for the same reason. I don’t like la la land, or not being in control.
So having to slow down a little bit in my mid 60’s.
My grandsons think I’m absolutely hilarious. When one showed me his skinned elbow, and I told him I’ve had bigger scratches on my eyeball. Or, when the oldest one (12) got a pocket knife for Christmas and promptly cut his finger with it less than an hour later. My daughter (their mother) gave me a look as I was the guilty Santa. I casually mentioned that it stopped when it hit the bone, and therefore it couldn’t be that bad. From Dad jokes to bad jokes, they think I’m funny, and entertaining. Deer lease, duck hunting, fishing, dirtbikes and the Jeep is all time well spent with them. They hear me when I yell at other people for driving like idiots. I think it’s a part of the learning process, and they’ll be better drivers for it. I bought an early 90’s model truck hood and made a sled out of it, so both could ride on it while I pulled it with my side by side. Constant laughter. Skimming water holes, and bouncing over ant beds, it’s all good until it wasn’t. You can’t stare at your phone if you have to hang on with both hands. I hate that crap.
