LMAO! I Lost Count At 60

In the 10 years from when I was 19 and got my first rig to when I was 29 years old, I either wrecked or completely totaled 29 vehicles, 3 times what this says is the lifetime average.

I have literally owned so many cars, trucks, vans and motorcycles that I can’t remember them all anymore.

Balls Out Sawmill

The Briden-Roen Sawmill in Rollag Minnesota.

I can tell you right now, every swingin’ dick working in this sawmill is a better man than I am.

Apparently it runs on 3 antique Case steam engines and as you can plainly see, one of those is still in a functioning tractor.

This video is from 2021,

Life Goes On

I drove myself up to the vascular surgeon’s office yesterday so they could pull 26 staples out of my groin and leg.

I also found out that giant sore on the bottom of my foot has finally healed up even though it is still tender as hell.

A little TMI for ya.

Then I had to stop on the way back and put some gas in the Big Red Beastie at $4.79 a fucking gallon. I put $40 in it and called it good, I’m not going anywhere anyway.

After that I had to stop and pick up some fucking pills before I could come home..

Speaking of pills, my Primary Doctor’s office called me 3 days ago to inform me that according to some blood tests from 3 weeks ago, I am now Pre-Diabetic and asked me if I would like to start taking another pill.

I take 12 fucking pills now every morning. I thanked them for the info and declined. We shall work on some dietary changes first, thankyouverymuch.

As it is, all I want to do is sleep all the time.

It never fucking ends.

In some Good News, I got woke up by a text from my son this morning informing me that we are Grandparents again. His wife had a baby girl this morning.

Very cool.

Cue My Shocked Face

I would imagine anyone over 60 will not be the least bit shocked by this news.

We are also basically the only ones who give a fuck because anyone younger, doesn’t fucking care, it was a done deal before they were born and didn’t share in the NATIONAL outrage and mourning.

I love this fucking guy, he speaks my language and he does it very well.

I can’t keep my thoughts in order long enough to free speak like he does right off the top of his head.

I agree that Trump ignores this ongoing threat at his own peril.

They quite literally set him up in Butler Pennsylvania to be shot in the head on live television just like they did John Kennedy and every single motherfucker involved in that except the patsy trigger puller is still walking around free to start plotting another attempt.

Sleeping Beauty

Yeah OK, I an’t no beauty but I have been sleeping.

And sleeping.

And sleeping.

and I am going to be sleeping some more.

I feel like someone slipped me a Mickey and I’m looking right at you Mr. Gabapentin 3 X a day.

Because when I am laying around on my narrow ass in bed I ain’t thrashing around, so I haven’t been taking the narcotics or the muscle relaxers.

Either way, I slept all day and fought for a half an hour to wake up enough to get out of bed and go take a piss.

I figured I’d post this update before I fall down again.

Hang in there, I’ll be back eventually.

crankier than ever.

I’m Home Again

And damn glad to be,

First off, I want to thank everyone for the well wishes and prayers.

There is zero doubt in my mind that they didn’t help, they actually helped immensely as it turned out the surgeons changed their plans at the last minute and it wound up they didn’t have to take the big poker and ram a tunnel from the right to the left side.

That would have doubled my hospital stay and recovery both.

They came up with a plan to go through my left groin with a thin wire up to the blockage, turn the wire somehow and go through between the inner wall and the middle wall of the artery and drop in a stent in front of the blockage, thus bypassing it. They then took the big metal poker and rammed a tunnel down my upper left thigh to just above the knee and installed an artificial artery down to the knee to bypass the blockage I had in my mid thigh on that side.

10 hours of surgery with 2 cardiovascular specialists and 2 units of blood.

Post Op was an absolute nightmare and I can only Thank God that I can’t remember a bunch of it right now.

Freezing, my teeth chattering uncontrollably and I was dying for some water but they wouldn’t give me any for what seemed an eternity.

Mercifully I passed back out several times but I did finally get some ice chips and sips of water while they waited to take me upstairs.

So I have 2, Four inch incisions being held together with some serious staples. I have massive bruising all down the inside of my forearm from all the needles and blood collecting ports. I also have massive bruising around my inner leg and around my waist on the right side and all they did there was stick a wire in to help with the other side. Even my Junk has bruising all over.

My upper, inner left thigh is very swollen and it’s going to be one giant bruise here in a day or two.

But I’m alive and very grateful to be so.

The doctor is very pleased at the increased amount of blood flow all the way to my toes and inner ankle and although it took a few days, that nagging 24/7 ache I had at the outer shin muscle on my left side isn’t there anymore.

This whole thing isn’t some kind of cure all but if I can get around even a little better without being in pain all the time I’ll take it.

I can already see that there is going to be a long rehab and healing process but I’ll take that as it comes.

I am in no way up to speed so posting on my part is going to be sporadic and right now I would personally like to thank CederQ for posting while I was gone and keeping the lights on.

Ya done good buddy.

Thank You.

I will cut it short here, I am still pretty wiped out from all the activity getting out of there and then getting settled back in here at home. The Wifely Unit is all over it so I am going to hit Send and take a nap.