@Z: Hey, Z. Welcome to the blog here. I’m pretty sure that they knew what I needed and that they had been talking about it. Maybe I’m just paranoid that way. Maybe I’m not really the center of their entire universe. Nah, that couldn’t be it.

@deden luo: You’re not alone in that one. No member of my family had ever been where there was snow on the ground until I took them the first time–not even my wife. On the other hand, my two youngest children grew up here in Northern California and just take it for granted. Unlike what you see in movies and cartoons, it’s only light and fluffy for a day or so. It quickly hardens into ice. Also, making a snow man is a much harder job then just rolling a ball of snow around until it magically grows to the proper size. Unless you’re in very deep snow, which has its own problems, you quickly start rolling up dirt if you try that method. Anyway, thanks for stopping by and commenting, and I appreciate your concern. I being extremely careful now.

@PaulsHealthBlog.com: That’s one way to get you woke up and paying attention. There’s no school bus here, but I can’t let my kids walk to school either. One, it’s a little over seven miles away, and two, we have mountain lions and bears around here. By the way, I really appreciate you stopping by to comment. I always love getting new people here.

@Jen: Oh, my gosh, that’s a great story. I’m laughing, but the number of things that could have happened there is just scary. Thanks for sharing that.

@Jude: Thanks, Jude. I appreciate your taking time to come by here and comment considering everything that’s been going on with you recently. My thoughts and sympathies are with you and your family right now. I wish there was something more I could say. Take care.

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I’m getting around pretty well again, and my fears that my wife would take advantage of the situation were totally unfounded. My family has been great about trying to help me in every way. Now I’m feeling guilty that I’ve actually been the one milking the situation for attention.

@ettarose: Thanks, ettarose, and welcome to my blog. I hope you’ll come back for some of my better posts when I can sit here and type more again.

@Insanity Kim: That kind of disappeared the next day. I think that she knew from the beginning that I wasn’t interested. She’s really good at keeping me wondering when she’s just going through the motions and when she’s serious. On the other hand, she can read me like there was some kind of teleprompter flashing my thoughts across my forehead.

@thehabe: I plan to avoid those steps for the rest of this winter at least, and no problem.

@stephanieebarr: Thanks, stephanie, I am. I’ve already made my daughter mad last night when I kept insisting that I didn’t need to lean on her to get around anymore.

@Justin: Traction is a far undervalued thing. We take it for granted every day. It’s amazing how much that keeps us upright. By the way, the opposite of PMS is SMP which stands for Simple Man Pain. Women will tell you that it’s nothing compared to PMS, but then nearly every woman will tell you that their particular periods are far worse than what is normal for other women. Go figger.

@Kat: Thanks, Kat. I decided when I started this blog that I was going to make it something that people would want to keep coming back to. That means writing everything in a fun or at least interesting way. That’s why I don’t post every day. I don’t always have something worth saying.

@ZoopsNook: Thanks, Zoops. I am getting much better.

@Robin Green: That’s practically a husband’s dream come true, right there. Actually, as fun as that sounds in theory (not the slipped-disc part), I imagine that it got old really fast. I’m already becoming a pain in the butt about not wanting so much help. I can’t even imagine this as an ongoing thing.

@Stacy: She did come to my rescue, and she didn’t do anything to humiliate me. All my worries were for naught. By the way, I’m not laughing at you either for your bad technology day.

@dickster1961: Just my pride. I guess it’s okay since I wasn’t using it anyway.

@dizzblnd: Hey, dizzblnd, thanks for stopping by and commenting. That was my nightmare, right there, as I called her in to help me.

@Jennifer: Thanks, Jennifer. This is my way of writing to survive. I find it healing to turn almost any event into a humorous story. The alternative is crying about it. I’m really not big on that, and it’s not very interesting anyway.

@nipsy: Thanks, nipsy; I’m still amazed that nothing snapped or broke.

@desperateblogger: I think that my wife would have helped me even if she were mad at me at the time, but not nearly as delicately if you know what I mean. I’ve also discovered that the compliments go even further if I actually mean them.

@Christy: Thanks, Christy.

@lynne: I’ve been taking it easy for about as long as I can stand. Now I have to get back to doing things or my brain will explode. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

@Duni: Hey, Duni, I always appreciate getting new people here. You’re right about the knee injury. It’s taking the longest to heal. Every time I start to forget about it, I get a painful reminder that it’s not up for much use yet.

@Wayne John: Cool, another new commenter. Welcome, Wayne John. You’re right that it had to happen after I got into a position of least pain. It always seems to work that way.

@Heather: Hey, Heather, thanks for joining us here. I’ve been having my wife buy up all the rock salt she can find since then. It doesn’t help much when we get snow a foot or two at a time.

@attygnorris: You got me there. I’m not always that great at living up to the whole “mountain man” thing. I was born, raised, and lived most of my adult life in the city. I didn’t want my kids to grow up that way. For that, it’s still worth it.

@Julie: I am. Thanks, Julie.

@Sherry: Thanks, Sherry. I hope I’ll be able to laugh about this too. Maybe by then, I’ll be able to throw in a hop, skip, and a jump as well. By the way, thank you too for dropping by to comment.

Davida

*lynne*

For months my husband had to actually get in the shower and wash me, help me to the bathroom and even pull up and down my clothes because I was unable. Now the shower thing would not be so bad if it was just a case of wanting to and not having to. LOL Anyway what makes this all so bad for me is I was only 32 at the time.

Hope you get to feeling better soon!