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But not because my Daddy was a "pistol". He was, but that's not the reason.
I broke my back in September 2023. I broke my femur in August of 2024. In general, I hurt a lot and feel like crap most days. That's OK, I can cope.
What's wrong with me that among the 5-6 knives I carry daily, including when I'm in sweats or PJs (usually the case these days), all of them are hideously dull. I'm to the point of getting the Matriarch out of the Jeep that I carry in case I see the "No Guns" sign, but I'm hesitant because it's the only sharp knife I have left, unless I need to get into the knife box (wherever it landed) and get out a sharp - however, those don't carry very well in PJ pockets.
In Sept 2023, I got my feet entangled in the bedclothes and fell backwards, with my spine centering a nice pointy step in my chest and crushing my L-1 vertebra. On Aug 4, 2024, I fell in the same damned spot, but going in the other direction, and broke my femur at the hip. FFS, I'm only in my early 70's, what the heck is going to happenn when I'm in my 90's? (longevity is common in my family).
I feel like the laziest knife-owner in the world, but try as I may I can't seem to get out of pain long enough to sharpen a blade. Talk about frustration, I'm soon going to have to gnaw packages open.
I feel ashamed.
I broke my back in September 2023. I broke my femur in August of 2024. In general, I hurt a lot and feel like crap most days. That's OK, I can cope.
What's wrong with me that among the 5-6 knives I carry daily, including when I'm in sweats or PJs (usually the case these days), all of them are hideously dull. I'm to the point of getting the Matriarch out of the Jeep that I carry in case I see the "No Guns" sign, but I'm hesitant because it's the only sharp knife I have left, unless I need to get into the knife box (wherever it landed) and get out a sharp - however, those don't carry very well in PJ pockets.
In Sept 2023, I got my feet entangled in the bedclothes and fell backwards, with my spine centering a nice pointy step in my chest and crushing my L-1 vertebra. On Aug 4, 2024, I fell in the same damned spot, but going in the other direction, and broke my femur at the hip. FFS, I'm only in my early 70's, what the heck is going to happenn when I'm in my 90's? (longevity is common in my family).
I feel like the laziest knife-owner in the world, but try as I may I can't seem to get out of pain long enough to sharpen a blade. Talk about frustration, I'm soon going to have to gnaw packages open.
I feel ashamed.