I am at this moment, flat on my back watching MacGyver make a spark plug for an outboard motor. The reason I am bedridden is that this morning, while packing for our imminent move from our home of twenty-one years, as I bent to return a lid to a lower cabinet in our kitchen, my lower back went "pop", and I was literally brought to my knees with pain. The pain was so intense, I could not catch my breath. After I crawled to the stairs to try to sit down, it became clear that my plans for the day had changed.
It was decided to call an ambulance, and I was transported to the ER. Five hours later I was released with Percocets and Valium in tow. Seems I had an extreme muscle spasm. So the physician's assistance deduced from my symptoms. Whatever it is/was, I can say without hesitation, it was VERY extreme. Pain like I have never felt before.
The happy pills have dulled the pain enough for me to pen a few words this evening.
We have decided to move as I mentioned earlier. My wife likes horses, and she has found some property that will allow horses to roam and be ridden. Myself, I don't know which end of a horse to talk to. However, as the adage goes..."Happy wife, happy life". I was hoping for Wyoming, the move will not be quite that far distant.
My biggest issue with this change is my workshop. I have spent twenty plus years building and customizing it to meet my exact needs and desires. It is filled with raw material such as wood varieties, nuts, bolts, and fasteners of all kinds and sizes. Electrical and electronic parts, and of course, all my tools. Tools such as a large Unisaw, lathe, planer/jointer, work benches, reloading supplies, three gun safes, and my seven tool chests.
I was in the process of cataloging and packing all the stuff...then today happened. Plans are wonderful, then God says "Not today." Our new house will be larger, and consequently so will my shop space. That is a good change. Another plus is the ability to purge unwanted items, and not pack them for relocation. The downsides exist too. Strange noises in the new abode, as well as unfamiliarity with the home's infrastructure in general. Another hurdle is rebuilding the customizations I made in this house, and they are many.
How much hay does a horse eat? Does the vet make barn calls? What does that cost? Oats? What's a Farrier charge for new shoes? I think it's time for more Percocet.
Be well, and do the right thing.
Gaff
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