Superman

My Dad had back surgery on Monday morning.  It wasn't suppose to be a big thing.  They just took out a chip that had been floating around inside a disc and they shaved off the bulging part of the disc.  Dad was suppose to stay overnight in the hospital then come home.  He didn't stay overnight.  They got the perscriptions for the pain meds filled.  He never even took a Tylenol.  He said he had no pain. 

He was suppose to take it easy for a couple weeks.  No driving, bending, lifting, etc.  On Wedneday he called the dr.'s office to see if he could drive.  He needed to haul some dirt for the driveway he's working on here at the place.  The dr. said it was fine since he wasn't on the pain meds. 

That evening I needed to unload feed.  He said he wouldn't try that because he knew he shouldn't.  I left and went to the barn.  Next thing I know he's down there wanting his turn with the scoop.  What am I suppose to do.  I wasn't very happy about it, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. 

This is also the man who jumped from a runaway wagon just like they do in the movies.  And it wasn't even filmed!  The team of mules got spooked by a four wheeler out on the set and took off.  Dad thought the guy driving was bailing too, but he didn't.  Dad was fine. 

Maybe he is Superman!