Saturday, February 27, 2010

To Shed or Not To Shed That Is The...What


I told you in my last post that Judy and I were going to put up a shed for Dr. Amber. What I didn’t tell you (though I did mention it on FB) was that I went to the gym on Thursday. I had to call the cops on my trainer for assault and for abusing a senior citizen. Bastard!

We worked on my legs and, except for a hand job, everything from the waist down. I have never in my life had sore legs like I had yesterday. I have never hurt like that before. I’m am a pussy. I also can’t wait till Monday to go back and start on the upper part. I’m also stupid.

Anypain, back to Amber and her hut, there is a back story of sorts. Her washing machine is broken and the dryer isn’t much better. But Amber won’t spend the money to get a new one, even though the majority of her washing is blankets and towels for the animals. So her assistant, Susan, secretly bought a new washer and dryer for us to pickup when we got the shed. Luckily, when we got to Amber’s, she was doing surgery a couple of counties over, and her boyfriend, Bob, was waiting for us. He didn’t know about the w&d either. He wasn’t prepared for us other than the shed.

We went into the place where old w&d was and loaded the washer on a hand truck. I was backing out of the house with the load and going through the front door when my rubber like, extremely sore legs started to act up on me. I stepped down onto the stoop with the machine in the doorway and almost fell. In trying to keep my balance my back froze up on me. My lower back. Bob couldn’t get out of the door and Judy was across the yard. So I sucked it up and jerked the washer through the door…and went down on my knees.

The rest of the day, with my legs so soar and my lower back locking up on me, I couldn’t do much. I did set in a chair and put the pieces together for the shed, and later I was able to reach over the top and screw in screws. But before that, it was cold, the wind was blowing and it was like trying to erect a sail on a boat still tied to the pier. I was sitting in a chair holding sheets of tin. Bob was working on a stoop that was fresh pored concrete and only Judy was doing the erecting.

Finally, Bob got to where he could help us (Judy). After we got one wall erected, I was able to use the electric screwdriver by reaching over the top and doing the top and some of the middle. A job that should have taken about 4 hours lasted all day, and it was my fault. I felt so bad and useless. As useless as tits on a Nun or balls on a Priest. But it finally got so dark, and it was so cold that our fingers were stiffening up, that we decided to let Bob and Amber finish the thing today. We got it all but the top. About two hours work.

We got home about 9:00 pm last night, and at 9:01 pm I was asleep in my chair - no dinner. I woke up around midnight and went to bed. My back is better today, but the legs are still sore.

And I didn’t get to yell at Judy at all. Not once. She is so great. She was mad at me for trying to use the hand truck with the washer and stuff, but she got over it - as usual. I’m am a lucky man.
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10 comments:

CI-Roller Dude said...

When i wrecked my back in iraq (hey that rhymes) the army doc gave me some really great drugs....One night, the fifty cal was going off and AKs and I never woke up. I didn't care either.

Coffeypot said...

Dude, got any left over. Name your price.

Golden To Silver Val said...

Take care of yourself....we take a lot longer to heal up after 50...just like a lot of other things take longer too. Say....give us the scoop on your trainer and now aren't you afraid he'll accidentally drop the weights on you.

Coffeypot said...

Val, nah! I'm not afraid of him. I told him my SIL is a cop and loves me. Nuf said. I can take anything he throws at me. The pain will eventually go away (I hope!). I just have to keep at it and think good thoughts...like I am so going to the Waffle House when this is over and indulge in all the grease and coffee I can get.

Miss Em said...

Aching legs compared to...
Navy Bootcamp ... must be buried so deep that you can't find where it's at...HUH?

Dude..."Name your price." I think Coffeypot is really desperate from the pain to have put that in writing.

Coffeypot...Man, you just left the door open on the safe. Hell, you might even loose the kitchen sink on this one.

Here's hopin you feel better.... S.O.O.N.

Miss Em

Tgoette said...

Too bad you weren't installing a hot tub instead, Coffey! That's the cure for what ails ya! So very nice of you to help out like that. You're a good man.

Paxford said...

Sorry to hear about your back problems. Judy definately sounds wonderful :)

Pax

ScoMan said...

That's why I won't got to a personal trainer. Or exercise.

But I do eat healthy.

By the way, I wanted to thank you for contributing to my drunken blogger post, and let you know it's just gone up with your contribution.

Secretia said...

Take care of yourself, we only get one body.

Secretia

Marni said...

Hope you are feeling better today!