turned 39 yesterday. A guy I work with, about ten years younger, has been asking me to come play tackle football with him and his buddies on Sundays. Yesterday, I finally decided “f*#& it, I’m going!” Not only did I come to the realization that I’m hopelessly out of shape... but I fractured my foot. I planted my foot and turned to keep up with the overweight 40 year old I was defending and rolled my foot bad. Being older, but not wiser, I tried to walk it off for 20 minutes and go back in... after limping through a couple plays, I planted too hard again... down and out.
My wife already hates me, and now I’ve added medical bills to the long list of reasons why. I have a desk job, but will still have to file for FMLA for time off for appointments and possible procedures.
I just wanted to have some fun on my birthday, doing something I enjoy. Now you can reply with words of encouragement or just roast me... I clearly just need a little attention.
P.S. my birthday weekend was not a total loss: Go Blue!
P.S.S. Tarik Black I feel your pain! Literally!
My wife already hates me, and now I’ve added medical bills to the long list of reasons why. I have a desk job, but will still have to file for FMLA for time off for appointments and possible procedures.
I just wanted to have some fun on my birthday, doing something I enjoy. Now you can reply with words of encouragement or just roast me... I clearly just need a little attention.
P.S. my birthday weekend was not a total loss: Go Blue!
P.S.S. Tarik Black I feel your pain! Literally!
