OK. I shoveled snow in Conn. after the terrible 1982 blizzard about 4 months after a net job.....it really hurt.

But the worst came in '77 after a gall bladder surgery done the old way.

With the 13 inch belly cut.

So I am home on a Monday after a previous Thursday cut and stitch.
Guy from work comes to visit, and he hands me a seegar cuz somebody at aEtna Life had a baby boy.

I quit smoking in 1961 when my Dad threatened to whup me.

It being real nice outside, a spring day, I decided to get up on my 10 speed bike and ride a few blocks. Hey it was OK. Next thing I did was light up the cigar. Puff puff. New experience.

So I got to the corner and rode off the curb down into the street, and I had to use both hands. Cigar gives me a full inhale as my gut takes a sudden hurt from the curb drop..... and I do a another inhale on the rebound. Then I started uncontrolled deep wretching... and a widening of the stitching job the doctor had just done. What PAIN. I was disabled in the middle of an intersection.

The top part of that scar still shows the zigzag.