Stupid Human Tricks '07 (Bad 2 Days)

[hotrodmtodd]

Long story shortened. Needed to put a bed on one of my '69s. Bed was on picnic table. Cab for (Chucks 70) was on back of '69. Stood bed up on end. Needed to get cab on picnic table. '69 has no reverse so I line it up with table and hook it to the rear shackle of the front spring on the '72 Blazer behind the front wheel so I can give it a little pull to get it to the table. It starts moving a little faster than I want (slight downgrade at this point) so I throw the Blazer in park and jump out to apply human brakes. Get it stopped only to find that my diaphram is the only thing between the cab and Blazer. (worthy sacrifice to a truck lover, right?) Decide breathing is pretty important so I yell for the son watching TV. (yeah right) Yell for the neighbor running the chainsaw next door (yeah right) Decide to take matters into my own hands. Push the '69 uphill (obviously adrenaline at this point) Hold IT with my right arm, take the chain off the Blazer with my left hand and pile it under the LR tire of the '69 for a chock. Run around the '69 and throw it in gear. Yell at son for watching TV instead of playing outside. Went back out, put cab on table, bed on truck, cap on bed, 20 other things. Wake up next morning. Head to work. Stop to get employees some lunch. Start feeling REAL bad pain in right side. Start assuming I may have hurt something internally. Walk into work white as a ghost. They take me immediately to the hospital. GUESS WHAT? Nope, 4 KIDNEY STONES. Grown men DO cry. Morphine DO work. BAD 2 days.