From the Life Over 50 file; In preparation for him to mow my lawn I was helping teenager Michael Chandler pickup pine cones and branches. I was moving the giant city provided trash can and tripped over the big floppy lid. With my right arm under me I crashed to the ground. Michael: Mr Richard, are you ok? Knowing this looks like old fart fall down for no good reason I pause for affect... Yeh.. Im ok. Then knowing what he was thinking I start chuckling. Michael: I thought you passed out. . Inbetween me doubling over from laughter, we finish the pine cone pick up and I go inside. Explain to my wife. Wife: Are you ok? Me: Still tickled by the scenario My arm hurts but Im fine Wife/Nurse: Let me see your arm. I pull up my sleeve exposing some blood and skin out of place. Wife/Nurse/Mothering type: Its cut wide open! Go to the bathroom! Me: Its fine. Ill just spit and rub some dirt on it. Next thing I know my arm is over the sink having a bottle of peroxide poured on it, then some kind of healing ointment and maybe a bit too much bandaging. Nurse: You need to go sit down and rest. Which is what I wanted to do anyway.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 21:20:45 +0000
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