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I believe I have managed to insult every muscle group, joint, bone, etc, etc.. in my entire body. The events of the last four days have kicked my butt. I am hurtin' bad. Around a throbbing 4 - 5. I'm again down to my last percoset - got to call the doctor again.. and even after a long soak in the Jacuzzi my back has locked-up and I can barely move. All in the name of service. I was involved in the framing of my office - all I did was saw the lumber. (ok, and shoot the studs with the pneumatic nailer, raise the walls, move the furniture, drill holes for the wiring, ...) Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then today I rented a log splitter to deal with a mountain of fire wood in my driveway, and wouldn't-cha know it, several of my neighbors also needed wood split, cut and stacked. So, a group of us neighbors went on another Paul Bunyon adventure and set the neighborhood up with fire wood. My job was simply to operate the splitter. That's really all I did! No stacking, cutting or hauling - just operate the splitter. Jumpin Jelly-fish! I am beat to hell! It's off to bed. I am officially grounded. The neighbors all said so. They even sent me to my room! My lumberjack privlidges have been revoked. (But it's my chainsaw, splitter, maul, axe, and so on, and so on...) Right now I feel so blasted rotten I'm not arguing with any one. But!, there are a lot of homes now that have fire wood. All of the widows are set for the coming cold. Several more of the neighbors are set up with emergency fuel, two old dead cherry trees have been felled and split and stacked. It was a good day and a good week for getting things done. I do not fear the coming bad weather. Ow... Adam |
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| | From:  CyndyK2 | Sent: 11/9/2008 9:01 AM |
Is that ALL you did?? Huh. Can't imagine why you could be in such a world of hurt, Adam. Paul Bunyan is gonna open up a can of whoop-ass on you, buddy, if you don't learn some limits, and soon. I suspect Wally Cox could take you out right now. Poor baby. Do ANY of your neighbors have a clue what agony they put you through for this little adventure? Somehow I doubt it, since they keep on abusing you. Diann needs to set them straight!
Cyndy
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Adam, Adam, Adam....when are you going to learn??? You did this not too long ago....and ended up the same way then. You WERE going to be the 'manager'....SIT and tell them what to do...how to do it....all from your arm chair. But guess you didn't do it, huh??? Hope you feel better soon, Adam. Give yourself a few days rest.....REALLY!!! Your neighbors should know, by now, what happens when you help them!!! Let them use your tools, under your supervision....but you SIT it out! Hugz, Dee  |
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| | | From: Dan | Sent: 11/10/2008 1:31 AM |
Awwww, jeez. Leave Adam alone. Don't ya know it's fun to use that stuff? And it's fun to work with a bunch of other men to get something like that done. It's NOT fun to just sit there like a bump on a log and watch. You gotta get up and do something... anything. Adam, you tell 'em how it is, bro. You got writing skills... I'm saying prayers for you that you don't hurt so bad, bro. Dan |
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Pride and the male ego is a curious thing. The need to establish one's "stick" in the tribe as a man is strong and omni-present. It is torture to be a spectator with other men performing work with power tools, flying dust, noise, and women watching and helping. The women in my home also make poor spectators. All of them were right by my side working to get the task finished with nary a complaint (except when one sister beaned her sibling on the head with a badly tossed chunk of wood - ouch!). The concept of sitting idly by with my family working is unbearable. The thought of just pointing and directing while sitting on my duff is distasteful. There is also the factor of the rush one gets when the hydraulic ram pushes through an 18" thick 18" long chunck of hardwood splitting it effortlessly, chainsaws blasting through logs with freshly sharpened chains - sharpened by me.., splitting mauls travelling through gnarled trunks like a hot knife through butter after I prepared the edge with a file and make it shaving sharp. It brings me satisfaction. Purpose. Joy, to be part of these activities. It reminds me that I am not dead. It reminds me that I am still respected and valued as a man and a resource. Yes, the aftermath is miserable. Yes, I'm still feeling the effects. Yes, logically I know this will cause me pain and agony but it is a choice. The release of endorfens, the feeling of comradarie, the feeling of being like a kid playing with big toys is a reward that I need. Therefore, I guess I'll never learn. Give credit where credit is due, though. Instead of doing this myself I recruited help. Instead of swinging the maul I rented a power splitter. Instead of hand sawing the wood I bought chainsaws. I do supervise. I do delegate. I do try to avoid that which will cripple me. There is a fine balance between self abuse and accomplishing needed work with as much efficiency as possible. I do not have the financial resources to hire all of this done. My soloution is to do what I can, get help and stop when I need to. Adam |
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| | | From: Litchuk | Sent: 11/10/2008 2:44 PM |
Hay Adam, The bg trouble with us men is were to dam stubon just because were in pain we think were still the big strong man in our mind and admit that the pain limits us we just want to play with the big toys and like you say feel like were still usefull and not dead. Im paying for something stupid just playing with my grand child who wants me to pick here up all the time i used to bench press 300 now i have to stop my self screaming picking up a 14 month old for crips sake... So wrap up warm my freind take the good stuff and get in that hot tub now that sounds good... Hows the bat cave [Adam's office]? The warm and fuzzies from helping thoes less fortunate that your self with all that fire wood must outweight some of the bad old chap get well soon and i wish a low pain for you... _James |
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I am hurting from just reading about all the work you did do. Take it easy. |
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Today it was wiring. Pulling wire. Terminating wire. Drilling through studs to route the wire. Drilling through the floor / celing to run wire. Even with me calling the shots and directing the guys, they're just not electricians and they didn't know what they were doing. Going up and down the stairs repeatedly, climbing ladders, etc.. I am spent. Ouch. Off 'til tomorrow. Done. Adam |
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| | | From: Dan | Sent: 11/13/2008 11:43 PM |
See? Couldn't have said it better meself. I know my friend Buzz is always yelling at me when I try to help him when he's doing things for me. Sometimes I do too much and it hurts, and I gotta go sit down. Then I get the lecture... But jeez, he's driven all the way out here to help, and it's just... just... impossible to sit there and watch him do all the work. I have to try to help. Same syndrome, just a different place and person. Dan |
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You are something else Adam. You may not see it now but you will someday be rewarded for all the help you give others. Get to feeling better soon. lots of love gramanan |
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