I don’t think the doc is used to prescribing such a regimen to cantankerous 30-something farm boys who feed cattle and chop wood and embrace the outdoors on a daily basis.
As you can see, hubby’s following doctor’s orders. He is not walking up the hill … he is not chopping wood … but taking it easy?
As he so eloquently pointed out, sitting in a chair outside is not much different than sitting on the couch in front of the boob tube. It’s much healthier, he said … sunshine, fresh air, using your brain instead of zoning out on frivolous television drivel.
I see his point. Doesn’t stop me from worrying, though. Especially when he added, “And this is good practice for when I’m sitting out in the pasture resting and relaxing at 11 p.m.
Skulking coyotes, you have been warned. Apparently, so have I.
The table is quite nice…from the living room? Fresh air’s just the medicine he needs!! So, I have to ask how did that table get in the driveway. Farmboy didn’t carry it there himself did he?!?!?!
Are you kidding me? Jen, you are the woman. As a wife of a fellow farm boy, I guess doctors don’t really realize that there are no such things as limitations. Heart attack, stroke, catching yourself on fire these are just the days in the life of farmers…or so they would like us to believe. You have your hands full (and thank God for that!!) I would not change anything about my hubby for anything in the world but why can’t they just think of the wife in these situations? Yes, we are happy, relieved, thankful, and so grateful that they are ok, but remember you need to have a moment whether he knows about it or not. It is having these moments that have helped me to remain somewhat mentally intact and ready for the next circumstance that pops up to remind me of how I married the best man in the world. I love my farm boy and would not change him for anything! I can tell that you definately feel the same. Good Luck!!
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