Now that HH has begun his recovering process, I find it acceptable to chat with you all about how he has got himself in this bedridden predicament. If you recall, we have been in the north country for the past few weeks, gallivanting amongst the snow Moguls, observing the vast pearl landscape, and racing the mobiles across the "Great Lakes". So it is safe to say that our lifestyle, was nothing short of an intense self beating. Yes, we knowingly inflicted pain on ourselves. And no, we do not smoke the wacky weed or inhale fingernail polish, we simply do it for the pure adrenaline rush. And the pure desire to win 2008 snowmobile championship race. Can you see where I am leading you with this??
HH however, knows no pain! He stares fear straight in the eyes and laughs; we are a talking one tough cupcake here people.
After we returned home from our masculine adventure, the FB's (Farm Boy's) were taking the snowmobiles out of the trailer with a wheel pulley instrument (?). BIL was moving the last machine down when it happened! HH was walking across the wash rack, when, he instantly fell to the ground. He did not trip, there was no twisting of the knee, he was simply walking and a jolt of excruciating pain went through his lower back and the boy clasped.
Needless to say, I was summoned to take the cripple to the hospital (we are laughing about it now, so I can tease him freely). Now, I drive a truck with a bit of a lift kit on it (not crazy ghetto lift), and I am approximately 5'4 so I can't always see certain bumps in the road. IT WAS A LONG 7 MINUTES TO THE HOSPITAL.
Once we arrived at the place of enthrallment, HH was immediately hauled into the emergency patient area. Were he was stripped of all of his clothes and wheeled off on a gurney (not a wheel chair, because he could not sit up). I was with him stroking his hair and telling him that I am sure everything will be alright (I watch Greys Antimony, so I knew what to do.). The doc, ran all the appropriate tests and was now discussing the outcome with his fellow medical gurus outside the door. So when we heard them say that "The albino boy in room 23 (HH) might have kidney stones". Ouch! I wonder how he will stare this type of fear in the eyes?
However, HH was misdiagnosed, thankfully he does not have to pass kidney stones. He instead was diagnosed with periodic back spasms. Could this have stemmed down from his hefty snowmobiling customs? Surely not! Anyhoo, his road to recovery entails many pills, excessive sleep, and a significant amount of bon-bons that are accessible in the freezer. And he should be back to normally within no time. He is a real trooper. "Coming with more Bon-Bon's Honey!"
Sincerely,
Farming Fabulously
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