He was always strong. Both mentally and physically. When he set his mind to doing something, it would get done. There is a very nice window in the boathouse at Keuka Lake in the center of a cement block wall. You can glance up to look out toward Hammondsport while you wash the dishes. Dad cut through that wall with his circular saw and a number of masonry blades. Dust went everywhere as he inched the blades first through one side and then the other, since the blades did not cut deep enough to get all the way through. Then he put in a very nice window with an extended sill for passing things back and forth. Most of us would not even have considered this, opting instead for hanging a picture over the sink. But Dad went ahead regardless of the half inch of cement dust he wore by the time he finally finished.
That's what I was told at the one-on-one meeting with my boss. I joined a new club first thing in the morning on my 59th birthday. The club has many members. And each of them has had a similar meeting. But they have been told many different things.
"Impacted?" I was confused. Does that mean that some mass has hit me at a high rate of speed? I didn't feel it. Or is it more like a tooth, where one becomes impacted upon failing to emerge properly, resulting in twisting, tilting or displacement? That sounds more like what happened. I'd also note that the teeth most likely to be impacted are the wisdom teeth, and judging by those left behind, the term seems quite appropriate.