Team Chaos said:
My husband and I got hit by a drunk driver a few years ago and it really messed our backs up- we're in our 30s. It was a pretty brutal reminder that you're not promised forever and you've got no guarantees that you'll have the body/ability that you planned on having either. Sometimes physical therapists ask me why I keep farming if it hurts and I can't help but smile when I tell them that it hurts to walk, to sit for long, to carry laundry baskets and trash, to shovel snow etc. and I'm not giving those things up, so I'm not giving up the good stuff either.
Doc_gonzo and I know where you are coming from there, TC.
We were in a bike wreck in '07...kid ran his red light and we never saw it coming until it was too late (concrete barrier wall hid him from view). The witness that called it in was sure we were dead (we got to hear the 9-1-1 tape and still get the willys when I think about it). We were very fortunate that doc reacted quickly enough to snatch down on the bikes front brake which sent the two of us flying over the car insted of through it. I came away with a broken right wrist (my main hand, of course), some cracked ribs and was one big bruise...doc ended up with a busted pelvis and a tear in his bladder.
My grandmom brought me home from the hospital and begged me to stay with her so she could take care of me and I explained to her that I couldn't do that/didn't have that option as we had chicken rabbits and our dog that depended on me to take care of them and they had been abandoned for the past 3 days. She reluctanly took me home.
The first thing I did was try to make a one-handed peanut butter sandwhich with my barely used left hand. That went over so well that I broke down and cried my eyes out for several minutes, pulled myself together and just ate peanut butter out of the jar.
The next day was spent relearning how to feed and water the chickens and rabbits with one hand. It wasn't easy and it took several hours with the ribs screaming the whole time but getting it done was a great feeling!
Doc made it home a week later and using a walker. As a welcome home gift...the 3 roosters that had been getting along famously decided it was time to start fighting. The 2 that we still have had beat the third up pretty good so I got to figure out how to get the beat up one out of the coop using 1 arm and the net. I came inside in tears and doc came back out with me and cheered me on the whole time and I got it accomplished much easier than I expected to!
That whole situationed really opened our eyes about just how easily and quickly your world can turn upside down.