Another Monday...

Well, I got some work today. I dug a trench. Yep, that's right. I don't think I'll be able to move tomorrow. The trench was 80+ feet long with 2 long branches coming off of it. At its deepest, the trench was 2 and a half feet deep and slowly tapered up to about 6 inches deep. It wouldn't have been horrible, except once you got through the 2 inches of gravel there was solidly packed (used to be under asphalt) clay. Everything had to be pick-axed before you even tried to shovel it out. At least I impressed my dad by getting it done. He thought sure that I would still be working on it tomorrow. I wasn't sure I would make it. I've had so much trouble breathing today, it's ridiculous. I was only able to take around 3 shovel fulls before I had to pause to catch my breath 'cause I was seeing stars. I'm still hacking and coughing like crazy and now it is beginning to hurt my head everytime I cough. Nothing seems to work. It's a pain in the ass!

Dad didn't work today, except for getting me started on the trench. Mom finally convinced him to go to the doctor about his passing out over the weekend. The doctor sent him straight to the hospital, where they ran dozens of tests. EKG, CAT scan, blood work, chest X-ray, etc. They all came back normal. So, they are baffled. Figures.