Don’t be stoopid like me

I was cleaning up more limbs off the fenceline so I could get the tractor closer when mowing.

After doing that I hopped in the truck to pull around and pick them up.  But I saw my nemesis, one of those horrible locust trees (or whatever has the giant thorns).  I’ll just get that booger out of the way.  I picked a direction to drop it.  Away from the truck, relatively easy access.

I was too preoccupied with not getting stabbed by the thorns to make an accurate cut.  Yes, I dropped that thorny thing on my back.  “Yippee!” I shouted with notable gusto, although it may have been some other word now that I think about it more closely.

In my defense my shirt was still stapled to my back by about a dozen of those spikes.  They hurt at the time (as one would suspect) but one of them didn’t stop hurting.  Real soreness in the musculature on my right shoulder blade lasted two days.

I think what happened is this:  since I am right handed I used my right arm to get the treelet off me.  I think the muscle was hurt by moving while pinned down (like a sheet of paper tugged on after being tacked down with a push-pin).

I think the tree and I are tied, 1-1.



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