
What things do you refuse to stop doing despite all better sense or your body/mind telling you “No!”
My dad still did his own shoveling till he hit 83 and that’s when he hired someone to shovel (it hurt his pride though to do it.) I’m the same damn way.
As I get older, I still refuse to get a snow blower. Partially because I’m cheap, but mostly because I can still shovel snow despite my sometimes creaky back. I haven’t had my heart explode either, but I know each year the task gets slower and hurts more and more to do it, but I just can’t stop doing it.
Typing while nursing a sore back and wrists but not sore shoulders.
i smoke and drink….
also i refuse to use the lifting aid at work
for 1….i dont need it
and for 2
oh gods i get soo much joy out of watching my leads flinch every time i do it
its only 50 kg…i dont need your toy!
hahahahhahahahhaha flinch some more!
hmmm… wonder if i can do two at a time
also to clarify….i dont have an issue with the lifting aid
hell…im the guy what tested it
promise was that thing would make everyone be able to do my job so i could be rotated out
ive only just got out….2 years later…. and that job has already put 2 of my follow ups in to long term sick leave
they still havent taken up the job rotation that is needed…..
gonna be a shit when the current guy wants time off…coz im sure as fuck not jumping in
redundancy……its important yo
We had a product a few years ago that required knowing how to thrown down a sledge hammer (the product became crystalline with moisture) and smash the shit out of the drums.
I was one of the few guys to be able to do that without popping a shoulder joint (but that’s mostly due to the fact my dad taught me how to use a sledge properly.) We had so many injures due to that task, but I and a few other guys were usally stuck in that room because no one else wanted to or could do it.
There was one dumbass engineering intern who watched us throw down and made some stupid noise about angular momentum. I, too knew my physics, but I also know shoulders aren’t built like that so I tried to convince him that he was wrong. Idiot insisted so we gave him the sledge. Two swings with angular momentum (swinging it in a constant circle) and he ended up breaking something.
Never saw him again.
only reason i survived the final qc and packaging side of the job….is coz im exactly the right height to be able to do it all straight backed
lucky i guess
too short or too tall……yeah….that shits gonna hurt
id like to say i have special skills or am a super beefy cake….
but im not… im strong enough….and the right height for the job
I took a mean spill on our steps the other day. I saw the ice and thought about putting down salt but figured I could handle it. I thought for a minute I might have broken my wrist but fortunately not.
One of the few benefits to being bullied as a kid was I learned to be quick on my feet as well as take a fall. The worst thing you can do is stick your arm out to stop the fall when slipping.
First time I was ever on skates, I took a hard bump from falling onto my back and on my head… thus my parents pulled me out of hockey two years and into figure skating to learn how to skate.
One of the few times I ever made my best friend fall over with laughter was walking home on an icy road (drunk) some roughly 20 years ago this month and I was bragging how I rarely slipped only at that moment to have both feet go forward and I landed on my ass very hard.
The way I slipped I just twisted and landed flat on my right hitting 3-4 steps simultaneously with my arm at my side. A few bruises but nothing too bad, fortunately. Probably a good learning experience.
I was a mediocre dancer as a kid, but agreed on the lessons for how to fall. Usually I can wipe out without damaging anything important.
long as i land on my head things are good
part joke….
but you know…..a headache i can live with and work through
other parts of me being broken are more complicated…
Fuck!
im awake again…
time for nekonomics
I ain’t too proud to beg
welp…im still annoyed at being awake…..but now im dancing