The Rest of the Story
I have been released from PT. The tightness in my shoulders has subsided to a great degree. I am using them in stretching and reaching more more than I had previously.
Dan visited with me as he had all of my medical records to view as we visited. He noted the arthritis in my back and hips and obviously the arthritis that warranted both shoulder replacements and knees. He thought it was quite extensive. He seemed surprised. I was not.
I was a hardworking farmer’s daughter. Dad’s children worked right along side of him without thought. Being part of a family. When Orlin and I moved to Texas and had purchased an acre of land, the two of us dug in the septic tank so we could have a bathroom in the little chicken house that we made into a home. It didn’t need to be under the frost line as in Minnesota but still deep enough to meet code.
When we went farming it was to a full blown farm with chickens, hogs, young stock and milk cows. Dad taught Orlin how to milk a cow. That was too funny. At that time, Carrie, born in the mid-October was four months old. The silo on the farm had been filed by the precious owner. I made a sling, putting Carrie bundled up in it, and her and I crawled the silo steps to use a pickax to chop loose the silage for the cows. Never gave it a thought or backed off of what was needed.
Orlin went to work at 3M in Hutchinson and the farm life continued. By then it was Carrie and Kevin that went where I did. I didn’t know it at the time when I we were expecting our third child that Otto Duesterhoeft bought a portion of the farm. My brother Michael bought the remaining. I cried.
I loved that farm.
I don’t mind the arthritis . . . it actually brings back a lot of wonderful sweet memories. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.
With that I will take my leave. ♥