Unsightly age spots
Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2017 11:40 am
So last month I officially turned a senior, yep 65. I worked pruning in the orchard for part of that day. I was up on the 6 ft rung, and it sent sideways. Whack. Oof. Flat on my back across the ladder. Alone, half a mile from the shop. A whole bunch of crackling like the chiropractor does. I have taken lots of first aid courses, and as I got my breath back, I did a personal inventory. No sharp pains anywhere. feet, legs hands arm, neck moved ok. Laid there looking up at the sky for probably two minutes. Nobody would miss me til about 5 or 6 and come looking for me. Rolled over off the ladder and got on hands and knees and tried to stand. Wow did that hurt, sort of on my hip and tailbone. But I got up and slowly make my way back to the shop and drove home for the day.
The goddess spouse RN wanted me to go to emerge. I told her that was for sissies and sat in the lazy boy for a few hours with the heat on. Got up and undid my belt and about a half a volleyball kind of rose from just behind my right hip. I learned a new word. Hematoma. I decided maybe I was a sissy and we went to emerg. Nothing broken, as I had self assessed, soft tissue injury, will be sore for a while, but no lasting effects, no internal bleeding.
So that was how I celebrated my officially turning a senior. If you get queasy at things like this don't look at the pic. My bum has been redacted, that mark over there is just above the tailbone. And I get to stay home with the chickens and goats for a few days and wait for my first pension check. Celebration complete.
The goddess spouse RN wanted me to go to emerge. I told her that was for sissies and sat in the lazy boy for a few hours with the heat on. Got up and undid my belt and about a half a volleyball kind of rose from just behind my right hip. I learned a new word. Hematoma. I decided maybe I was a sissy and we went to emerg. Nothing broken, as I had self assessed, soft tissue injury, will be sore for a while, but no lasting effects, no internal bleeding.
So that was how I celebrated my officially turning a senior. If you get queasy at things like this don't look at the pic. My bum has been redacted, that mark over there is just above the tailbone. And I get to stay home with the chickens and goats for a few days and wait for my first pension check. Celebration complete.