He just walked in from the barn after getting into a fight with a cow. He’s 87 and his skin is like tissue paper, so when the cow pushed him into the stanchion it left a gash about four inches long across his arm and kind of peeled back his skin about four inches down his arm. What a mess to clean up. I hope my father makes him go to the doctor tomorrow.
GAH! If diabetes, heart problem, and old age doesn’t kill him he’ll just do it himself. But not right this second. We have to go to a Twins game.
I know how ya feel, chique. My grandmother, who is around that age, is the same way. She insists that, despite heart problems, high cholesterol, difficulty getting around and what not that she still drive herself wherever she damned well pleases and eats nothing but Whoppers and STILL at her age smokes and dips chewing tobacco. Ick. shakes head She’s as stubborn as an old mule.
My grandmother decided, three weeks before her 100th birthday, that she needed to do her own laundry, even though she’s in a nice assisted living center where people are paid to do it for her. Plus she is NOT supposed to be walking around without her walker. So to carry the laundry basket, she had to use her cane, and had to take the elevator down one floor to get to the laundry room. She somehow managed to fall and break her femur. So she ended up attending her 100th birthday party in a wheelchair with fancy new steel plates in her leg.
She’s now 102 and going strong. I think there’s something to this extra-stubborn=extreme-old-age thing.
