I found this over at Pete’s place this morning and it hit me hard for some reason. The only thing I would add is that I did it hurting too.
Some days lately I wake up hurting and I go to bed hurting. But I still get up and take care of shit every fucking day while the world turns to shit around me.
Just like I have for the last 45 years.
Yep. And I’m just about done with it myself. The arthritis in my hands & knees, not to mention my back fusion surgeries, are gonna put me on the couch here shortly I’m afraid.
Right there with you brother
That is why, Phil, when you are gone you WILL be missed by Those In The Know and those who know you.
I have heard it so often from those I left behind (fellow co-workers and even managers!) and am satisfied. No higher praise needed, I was Just Doing My Job.
Might want to add “Did it sick.”
That describes my friggin life with cancer. It sucks but it’s what I get to deal with.
I just said a prayer for you.
🙏
Prayers and double prayers from me!
Prayers Cathypop. 🙏🏻
Prayers from me and the wife who fought and hopefully beat cancer last year.
Hang in there, Little Lady, we’re rooting for ya.
I’ve seen too much Cancer in my 72+ years, and it’s never been easy for the recipient.
With all the crap I’ve done and been exposed to it’s a wonder I’m not awash in cancerous tissue.
So, we wish you the best, ’cause you’re dealing with the worst.
Keep on keepin’ on, Phil!
I’ve not had a painless day since a bike wreck 17 years ago. I’m a man, though, and I have things to do, so I carry on.
Keep on keepin’ on, my friend. This blog and your work are one of the things that convinced my emphysema riddled ass that I could do this. YOU inspired me. Cederq was a big part of that inspiration too.
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING YOU GUYS DO!!
We’ve all been there. Hurting today, still have to do final mow. Good onya Phil, and the rest of us as well. Have a Blessed Day.
Damn! What phuqued up, beat up, (not) used up crew that hangs out here!
8 years in the shipyards and 30 plus years of tree service (with a gravity storm, 25-30 ft, encounter with a 6 ft, board fence in ’95) has left me with 5 fused cervical vertebrae, couple blown discs, messed up neck, replaced knees, ripped off bicep tendons, one each elbow (reattached) and too many other banged up body parts (3-5 undiagnosed concussions) to recall, much less recount.
I can still do most things, while looking like a stiff old man, with the aid of strong coffee, VA Vicodin, ibuprofen, spaz medicine and a frowny face. I’m not (hardly) complaining, life is very good. I’m hardly stooped at all.
Can we call you Steve Austin? They can rebuild you…
Kind of a pity you can’t get parts for ya any more. Bummer!