A really BIG week

   The title to this entry is a really Big week or it could have been the week from Hell.
   Here are the details.
   As you all know, I now have a personal trainer. Someone who kicks my butt twice a week for fun and money. So, Last friday, at one of my weekly sessions I feel a tendon or muscle pop in my thigh. Casey assures me it is nothing, just a hip pointer which she has had many of. Well, maybe so, but it still hurts. I'm assured it will go away. So in pain, when the sessions is over, I limp out. Next day, Saturday, while working in the garage I step over a piece of equipment and my foot gets tangled up in some wire cables. Flip flops are probably not the best foot wear for the garage, however, trying to jump out of this entanglement I end up in a horizontal flying position with the floor moving rapidly towards me. Due to my extensive training with my new trainer I save myself with cat like reflexes and break the descent with hand and arm strength newly obtained from the TRAINER. OK, so that covers Friday and Saturday, Next comes Wednesday, as you know I am the trail master working primarily on the other side of the lake maintaining a sixteen mile trail. The plan this year was to place mile markers every 1/2 mile so that hikers and bikers would know where they were. So Wed. we  begin placing the post. They are driven into the ground with a twenty lb. post driver. The post are very flexible so you must use care when installing them. CARE being the optimum word here. The very first post, the very first whack, the post hits an underground rock causing the post to flex inward, slightly losing my balance from the reflex and leaning forward toward the post, the post rebounds and that twenty pound steel post pounder atop of the post whacks me in the head and nearly brings me to my knees. Birds singing and stars shining, only for a second though, I regain my composure and just stand there dazed for a couple of minutes. The only real damage was a knot on my head just above the eye and a little lose of pride. The week is not over yet. Next comes Thursday and a ride in a little red wagon. Thursdays assignment was to asst a trails committee in installing a couple of stone benches on the trail. My job was to bring and use our 4 wheeler to transport the stone benches to their installation site. Very simple job. About 5 miles into the trail and right out of the blue I get a pain in my right side down close to my hip. Huh, never had a pain like that. Then comes the dry heaves, "well, this ain't right", and next we need to add the cold sweats. The dry heaves and the cold sweats go and come, but the pain remains. So, just ignore it and it will go away. That does not happen and I'm starting to get a little concerned. Finally after about an hour of all of this I call the Gypsy, "please come and get me, I think I may need to go the the hospital." The Gypsy is 45 min. away. She calls the rangers and the next thing I know I hear sirens and see flashing lights. Oh NO, please tell me this is not for me. But, YES it is. A big red paramedic equipped wagon is here to pick me up. I, being a macho man tell them a really don't need an ambulance, I just have a little pain in my side. "Get in and we will determine if you need us or not." Long story short, I take a ride in the little red wagon. Little did I know that the little red wagon was hauling me and a couple of stones. Yea, it turns out, I was carring a kidney stone that was trying to find its away out. Once again, long story short it passed and I'm alive and well, I survived the week from hell.