The damn thing was heavier than I thought, and as a result, I tore something up, leaving me in abdominal pain for several days after.
So, I just took it as easy as I could at work, and around the house, hoping eventually things would heal up. As it was, pain came and went, some days worse than others.
Tuesday, I woke up and could barely move. Time to see the doctor (finally), thinking maybe I really tore something up and would need hernia surgery or whatever.
After a check up, the groping("cough"), pushing ("cough"), and squeezing of the giblets ("cough,cough"), and a few "does this hurt?"'s, it was decided that I did not have a noticeable hernia (yet). And that it may eventually present itself in the near future if it is indeed there.
Good news,yeah, with a caveat.
Doctor strongly suggested I take this week off, and next, to take it easy. I explained that I am already off work for two weeks vacation, and have a deer hunt planned for next. He then warned me to avoid such things as climbing trees and dragging carcasses, and I should cancel this year.
Yeah, right.
He ain't gotta a clue.
I'll still be here, though not as near.
And my presence will be light.
