Breakdown in the hay
7 April 2009I picked up 40 bales of really crappy alfalfa today. I drove 30mph to the barn (yes…40 of the 80-pound bales were balanced in the back of my truck!), parked in the driveway, and wheelbarrowed 2 bales at a time down the drive, through the mud corral, across the arena, to my stalls…where i stacked them. Two by two…all by myself. This leads to the question WHY? Why was a 41 year old woman unloading over 3200 pounds of hay by herself? Answer: Because I had no choice. Unfortunately, I have to do these things alone. It sucks, let me tell you. About halfway through the unloading, I had a complete mental breakdown and started bawling like an idiot. I finished by myself (with hay chaffe in my nose and eyes…ugh). The thing is – I did get it done…all alone. Never again will I count on anyone else, time to face facts about reality. Next time I will pay someone to help me.
What totally bites is that this is really crappy hay, but I am stuck with it ($220 later).
My back hurts horribly bad. My neck hurts. I have bruises on the tops of my legs from swinging the bales against them. My hands are raw (yes I wore gloves). All in all that isn’t so unusual from stacking hay. It just hurts more when you have to go at it alone, and you know that everyone else in the universe has people that will help.
Ok, pity party over. I spent most of the evening feeling very sorry for myself. Now I am OK, glad it’s done, and hoping and praying my back is OK in the morning.
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