The first time i herd the term "angle's" it was a bro of mine who used it to discribe a certan kind of friend. It was such a good word. i adopted it. To have anything negative or positive attach itself to you. Inevitably they or it slowly or quickly "angle" themselfs into every aspect of one's reality. This was something my Pa was ALWAYS trying to help a young Reid to understand. Usually the affects of hangin with bad "elements" of which there were a great many. Me being who i was "I gotta check this shit out!! :}-" It took this little indian a long ass time to understand the wisdom of thy elder.
That being said. The lesson's i thought i understood were going to overhaul my databanks over the next 6 or so months.
Not long after that Lambs canyon job (days) the flakes flew. Which brought up a new fear. The tree work goes on hiadus for the winter. Chainsaws get swaped for plows and salt broadcasters, lots of driving,in the snow..on the ice..in the dark. Considring the state of my legs, it spooked the shit outa me. But this year my normal rout was swaped out for a new one that required alot less on road driving. The part that made me a bit skittish was my pick up was taken in exchange i was given a disel tanker truck along with 300 gallons brine solutione to drive from the yard to Draper. where a CAT awaited me for the removal part.
Another thing we did for winter time work was Christmas lights. Roof, windows, shrubs, trees, flag poles, bridges, what ever you want your lights hung on, we would figure out how. This poesed obvious issues for me as 95% of that work was done from a ladder in some way. Any Sup that would choose to send anyone with leg and foot issues out on ladders and roof tops in the ice and snow and keep a fully abeled individual at the shop to build lights and do light duty work was a piss poor decision maker.
The cold really made life extremely difficult for me. My hands would freeze inside of my gloves. My fingers would become rigid and stiff and felt waxy, throw in some smokes, they would hurt so bad. Picking up the 50 lb bags of salt to fill the broadcaster was a joke. It was so dishartning, i am no stranger to the cold, growing up here, i loved and fuctioned in all the elements, but not now.
A symtom that began to compound its self was taking a leak. My days begin with a rockstar and or a big coffee. As everyone is aware these beverages induce one to pee, alot. Taking a piss every 10 min with minamal results went from being an annoyance to another reason to go to the Emergency room.
It got to the point that i would sit down to pee, i did'nt ever want to relive what i went through in Spokane. The urge to pee was desperite. It was always, run to the banyo, sit push for a squirt or maybe a couple of drops, that would leave me with an even bigger feeling of having to pee, "Am i passing fucking stones too!?" amongst other things would cross my mind. After getting in trouble for beating on the banyo walls and causing pictures to fall and break due to my outbursts of pain, i was gonna once and for all empty my bladder. Sitting there i pushed like i needed an epidural. Results turened up a damn splash. That just infuriated me. Convinced i was passing a boulder, logic told me in was just a matter of hydrolics. We just needed to generate more head, and so the Elvis olympics began. They ended rather rudely at the University ER.
In the process of generating the force needed to blow the phantom boulder out of the line. We did some serious damage to the valves as everything was just "Deadheading." Which is another way of saying i began pushing guts out my ass! And now i had two serious pains.
The ride to the U was so painful. Some what humiliating to share these issues with an ER staff let alone my wife. "This one owta generate some laugh's. They're gonna think we did some damage digin a marmet out my ass, due to some wild sex game gone awry or somethin.." In shame. Teri began to laugh. "See what i mean.." To which she laughed even more.
"Im gonna have to harvest your urine" "Harvest..? " The er nurse informed me and went to grab a cath kit. "Great now they're gonna violate my unit."
She lubed up a tube that was quite long, my eyes got real big. "Your gonna turn my unit into a sword swalower!?" Teri began to laugh as did the nurse. She began the procedure. It hurt like hell and i did'nt hesitate letting all of the er know. She got the swored about half way in but then took it out "I probibly needa smaller catherter" "Probibly, as you can see, im hung like a deer mouse..." When she left i began to pee on my own "Thank GOD.."
Two more great things happend. I got lots of morpheen and I was introduced to my new and improved Neurologist 5.0, Dr Z.
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