Wednesday and Thursday were my two days working this week. I wasn't operating the plant, so I actually had to do some work. And boy, did I get put to work those two days.
I am so sore, from my toes to my neck. My head isn't sore, because I didn't have to think that hard. I was doing manual labor.
Lots of bending, stooping and kneeling. And when your knees are as bad as mine, kneeling is just about the worse thing you can do. My knees are swollen to about this size of basketballs; I'm hobbling around, walking with a very obvious limp.
So yesterday afternoon, I'm walking next to one of the lift station guys (LSG). Even though I am limping and walking very slowly, I am still faster than he is, which I joke with him about it.
LSG: Well, I'm twice your age. Of course I'm going to be slow.
Me: Twice my age? Nah, I don't think so. You don't look 72.
LSG: What, aren't you, like, 25 years old? 26?
Me: Pssh! I wish! I'm 35, almost 36.
LSG: Whaaa? No way. You don't look it.
Me: I have a hyperbaric chamber I sleep in. And those Botox injections help, too.
LSG laughs and we talk a bit more. You know, shop talk kinda talk.
He's not the first person to think I am 10 years younger than I actually am. Most people are shocked when they learn how old I really am.
I guess that I should count that as a blessing.
Just hope it doesn't catch up to me; That I get old really quick. When I turn 40, I'll look 60.
I am so sore, from my toes to my neck. My head isn't sore, because I didn't have to think that hard. I was doing manual labor.
Lots of bending, stooping and kneeling. And when your knees are as bad as mine, kneeling is just about the worse thing you can do. My knees are swollen to about this size of basketballs; I'm hobbling around, walking with a very obvious limp.
So yesterday afternoon, I'm walking next to one of the lift station guys (LSG). Even though I am limping and walking very slowly, I am still faster than he is, which I joke with him about it.
LSG: Well, I'm twice your age. Of course I'm going to be slow.
Me: Twice my age? Nah, I don't think so. You don't look 72.
LSG: What, aren't you, like, 25 years old? 26?
Me: Pssh! I wish! I'm 35, almost 36.
LSG: Whaaa? No way. You don't look it.
Me: I have a hyperbaric chamber I sleep in. And those Botox injections help, too.
LSG laughs and we talk a bit more. You know, shop talk kinda talk.
He's not the first person to think I am 10 years younger than I actually am. Most people are shocked when they learn how old I really am.
I guess that I should count that as a blessing.
Just hope it doesn't catch up to me; That I get old really quick. When I turn 40, I'll look 60.
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