As I fell from the tire of the loader, not only did my body crash to the ground, but my confidence and poise hit the dirt too. What was going on? It seemed surreal, crazy, or just plain evil. Perhaps I was losing my mind? So many questions, no answers.
It's pretty hard to fire your father, and thank God that didn't happen. However, I spent the following week watching every step, driving like an old man, and waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or I suppose, the other other other other shoe. Thank God the week passed, the scar began healing (the outside one, anyway) and I felt maybe, maybe just a bit more normal. But jeez, what a mess.
Some months just suck.