It All Started With Lunch

It was just another day

It was just a normal day for me, wake up around 5:00 feed cattle, and go as far as the plans. My plan for the day was go work at Old Iron Club an antique tractor show, that shows you how they farmed and did every day life in the 1800's to early 1900's. I was helping at the hay press, you put the hay in it and it makes a square bale. I'm working with CW, Hoot and Mike, Hoot is in charge being the eldest of us boys, Mike is the old man of our group(our entertainment). Mike had to leave and so did CW. Hoot sent me to get some food, he knows what happens when I don't eat. Flash back to Thursday I didn't eat breakfast and I didn't eat dinner the night before, it was about 2:30 and all of a sudden I felt like crap. I kept working and I only felt worse, by 3:00 I was ready to puke and having problems walking straight. Hoot said I looked pale and I told him, "I haven't ate for a while my blood sugar has been dropping since 2:30 and kept going down" but I needed to keep working, he went and got some food for me and I drank a soda and felt better. I went back to work and finished the day.

Friday was a great day working a full day of making square bales. Having fun with every one looking forward to Saturday. I was headed to town to get CW and after I picked him up I was driving around 95 mph on a dirt road... I had a blow out and lost half my tread on my passenger side outside dual (two tires on each side, having less weight on each tire). The dual blew it shook the truck horribly, I lost a good rim and tire. I went back and looked but someone picked up the dual. So I limped my truck to town and took the junk tire off and started working on the tractor for my exhibit.