Pain and Arthritis on the Ranch
Ranching is hard work. Over the years, I have broken bones, got bruised and beat up by animals and couldn’t wait to eat the offending critter for revenge. One morning when I was in high school, my show steer kicked my ankle. That afternoon, I ran a cross country track meet without knowing the ankle was broken. It was only after the meet that the track coach looked at my swollen foot and told me to go to a doctor. A quick Xray confirmed it was a fracture. I was on crutches for six weeks.