It's okay. I did smash some snow, but the missus saw how pained I was afterwards. The jarring impacts aren't really all that comfortable. It was significant pain. So, she got a guy in the village to smash my snow and he's also smashing the snow that I'd normally smash. I normally do driveways for people, the road, the church parking lot, and the parking lot at the Grange Hall. On Saturday... I watched another man drive my tractor. I watched them field dress and hang my deer. I won't even process and package my own deer this year - but I did go harvest one. I went out riding side-saddle on a snowmobile and then my buddy pulled me in the rest of the way on a plastic sled. (Maine law requires I do the act personally, be it releasing the bow string or pulling the trigger.) I'm getting used to it. It's not my manhood that's challenged, so much as it is these are things I really enjoy and I'm unable to do them. Shit, I celebrated being able to dress myself again. (That's quite a process and I need several tools to do it.) I'm getting there. I'll have snow to smash next year. Maybe in a month or so, I'll be more able to handle the truck and be able to smash a little snow.