Snap! Crackle! Pop!
is what my skeleton said to me just a few minutes ago; Sunday, Mr B and I went to load and cut some firewood several miles from here and bring it back to Chez Og. It was mostly cherry, so dense and heavy. I took lots of Vitamin I prior to the event so as not to be in excruciating pain, the next day, and it worked- but today, a good stretch made my shoulders and ribcage sound like a xylophone.
I have memories of waking up feeling great. These days I’m happy to wake up feeling good. Soon, I’ll just be happy to have woken up.
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My Dad used to say that, after age 50, if he woke up in the morning and nothing hurt, it was a strong indication that he’d died during the night. He was happy if he woke up and nothing NEW hurt.
Am I the only one who exercises to get stuff to stop hurting?
I’d pay cash money to have exercises that would stop the soreness caused over nearly 50 years of broken bones, concussions, sprains strains and lacerations.
Patrick: If exercise wouls top this I’d run ten miles a day; unfortunately exercise only makes it worse.
I’m with ya bro. I still wake up. I just wish it wasn’t at three ayem.
These days I get all teary-eyed when I get more than six hours sleep a night.
At 52 I have to agree with Mark.
I figure that any day you can get out of bed without help is a good day.
I haven’t woken up without pain since I was 20 years old. If it stopped it would scare the hell out of me.
Actually, hearing that you boys ache and wake up regularly is a bit of a tonic. A Homme Perdue pity party if you will
Just my right shoulder from the one lift (where you took yer time….) that had me Tuesday ayem. The rest of me was aware that I had done some work, but no real significant pain.
But if I’d have known I was gonna live this long, I’da taken better care of myself
I figger I’ll get my splitting done while you are gone, then bring the splitter over with the rest of yer rounds and let you have it for a while.
That should stock you up for a bad winter….
But if I’d have known I was gonna live this long, I’da taken better care of myself.
Hey, I was just trying to figure outr a way to grab that didn’t involve me looking like I waqs having conjugal relations with your neck.
I’m wired backwards. For all my bent, folded, stapled and mutilated bits n’ pieces, I still roll out of the sack in pretty good order. Long hot shower, and I’m good to go.
Prior thereto, however, I find that the process of finding sleep through all of those *!)#$ aches, pains, creaks and cracks, is often quite troublesome.
54 years old, and still counting my blessings, stitch by stitch and scar by scar.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX