Cut my finger really bad today. Doctor got it all splinted up so I don’t move it. My tetnus booster is up to date, so that was good. Index finger, right at the knuckle and a little back, cut 1/2" deep and over 1 1/2" long. Bled like a motherfuck. Slightly painful, but I missed whatever tendon or ligament is right there, so it will heal he said, eventually. Too bad it wasn’t my middle finger, I could do some serious FUs to people. Hurts like a deep cut, too. Mother fucker.
I feel for you - I slipped on a slimy step yesterday at the lake and busted my butt. I have a spectacular bruise! It’s just irritating to have people snicker (or politely try not to snicker) when I explain why I’m limping. I guess it is funny if it’s not you.
My crabapple tree is trying to kill me. It wasn’t bad enough that if you happen to step on a crabapple barefoot that it feels like getting slapped on the sole with a baseball bat. No, the wicked tree had a low lying, stiff and sharp branch waiting for me. Walked under the tree and it slit my scalp open, making me bleed for an hour.
Window installation is really dangerous. I once met a guy on the bus who had cut his finger half off - lengthwise. He was working way up there in a new high-rise apartment building when somebody dropped a window and he grabbed it. They’re trained to catch stuff if they possibly can - they might get hurt, but the guy on the ground underneath them would be dead, dead, dead. He said the doctor assured him the finger would heal.
I had a good scalp cut once when I was a kid; a buddy accidentally hit me over the head with a hoe. (Lucky it didn’t have a handle.) Spectacular bleeding, isn’t it?
I just narrowly escaped serious injury while doing land prep for the festival I run that’s happening next weekend.
We were out at the land this weekend (an old farm property in central Wisconsin) and were using a Kubota bucket loader to clear a bunch of old equipment from next to the big pole barn. Among this debris was an old clotheslne - the kind made of 3 inch iron pipe with massive concrete supports on the bottoms of the vertical bars.
We managed to get the crossbar up on the bucket, and were in the process of tying it down to the bucket to pull it out from near the barn, when the hydraulics gave out just a little bit, and the entire crosspiece fell towards us - myself and the fellow in the driver’s seat. It was one of those instances where something starts falling very slowly and speeds up as it nears the ground, so we at least saw that it was happening.
Unfortunately, the crossbar was going to come down on the chest of the guy in the driver seat. So I jump in to grab one of the side supports and try to slow it down, and Shane (the driver) reached out and tried to grab the centerpiece as far from his chest as he could.
Luckily for him, I had managed to get in the way of the side bar, and caught it as it simultaneously slammed into my back/side. Shane managed to basically slow it down as if he were benchpressing the bar (he’s a huge beefy welder from Chicago, but I still can’t believe he caught that bar)
But now, I’ve got a massive and impressive set of bruises from the middle of my abs around my back almost to my spine, and walk like a old man because it hurts so damn bad.
At least it didn’t hit me in the head or straight across my back, though, cause it could have been much worse.
Splint the middle finger on the other hand as well even if it’s not injured, so you can do those FUs. You can always say, “I injured my finger” (but they don’t have to know which one). What the heck–I say milk the injury for all you can.
In the meantime, [loud TV evangelist[HEAL!![/loud TV evangelist]
Not me but my 8 year old broke three bones his foot this week, jumping off a bunkbed (or sliding off, or falling off the ladder, or being pushed - the story changes each time it’s told, so I suspect we will never know what really happened.)
He was two and a half hours away on a school trip, and mug here had to go and fetch him back (seeing as you can’t hike up a mountain and float back down the river in a life jacket with one foot in plaster.)
I am torn between deep sympathy and wanting to knock his block off.
I have a chronic sinus infection AND a horribly painful molar, both on the left side of my face. One dentist wanted to do a root canal (no thank you) and another told me my tooth is fine, it’s just pressure from the sinus infection. Which, by the way, is the migrating-to-the-brain-and killing-me kind of infection, which recurs approximayely every three months. Of course I was fine until Friday evening before the three day weekend. Today I get another round of antibiotics, maybe some prednisone for the stupid lupus lesions and hives on my face, and there is a new dentist in town who, according to small town talk, is not adverse to extractions. Even if the tooth is “fine” I can no longer abide the dual pain every time I get a sinus infection.
On Friday I flew all the way to NASA Wallops Flight Facility in Virginia for a meeting, only to find out the organizer never obtained the security clearance for me (I’m a foreign citizen). I had to wait in the security office all day while my colleagues went in and had the meeting.
But the trip to Wallops was on a NASA-owned Gulfstream II. Same one seen here, I believe. So I’m not complaining too loudly.
