Getting Back To Work

Five days after my surgery I got back to work.  Today I'm resting in Charlotte, North Carolina.  I got here a day early to my final stop on this load hoping to get it done, but my final customer is a stickler for their appointment times.  I knew this was the case, but just had to give it a try anyway.  They said, "we'll see you at seven in the morning," and that was the end of it.  So, I get to take it easy this afternoon, and that's not at all bad.  I'm not trying to push myself too hard this week anyway.

It is always difficult finding a parking place in this area, but I had a place in mind that usually will work out for me, and it did.  I got here about two in the afternoon and there were still a few spots left. I could have parked at the customer's property - they will let me park on the premises, but since I was going to be here all the rest of the day this will be nicer with restaurants and bathrooms available to me during my convalescence - if you can even call it that!

The day I left Nacogdoches I went and bought a part for my weed-eater at a local shop.  The young, and seemingly sweet, Hispanic girl who waited on me kept kind of staring at me, and then she said, "that's a bad looking cut on your head."  "Oh, yes, I had some surgery this week," I replied.  She came back with, "I thought maybe you had fallen and cut yourself.  Stitches kind of creep me out, if I ever have to have stitches I'm afraid I will just pass out."  I guess I should have worn a hat - I'm glad she didn't pass out though.

My dispatcher was glad to have me back at work - he commented that most of the guys on his board would have milked this surgery out for about two or three weeks of being off work.

My friend Brett Aquilla commented about me getting right back to work on Trucking Truth with these remarks:

Hey that's awesome news! Man, you sure don't like to sit around much, do ya? A few days after cancer surgery and you're like, "These loads aren't gonna deliver themselves!" On go the work boots and out the door you go.

I love to see that kind of tenacity. Another great story the grandkids will have about their grandad. Of course twenty years from now it will be:

Yeah, and then he punched the surgeon in the face, took out his own stitches, used them to fix the surgeon's face, and said, "That's what you get for trying to hold me back!" and drove over 10 cars with his big rig on the way out of that hospital! The cops didn't even try to chase him because they knew they were in for it if they actually did catch him, which they couldn't have cuz he was already doin' 90 through Louisiana before they knew what happened!