Sometimes I am a little bit of a klutz, but this is ridiculous:
So let me tell you about my story...
On Monday, at work, I was trying to 'be safe' and pull some nails from a block of wood that somebody threw down on the floor. I figured I would save somebody from stepping on the protruding nails. While I was yanking on one of the nails, my hammer slipped, and I gashed the side of my hand in two places on some of the other nails in the block. No problem - just rush to my car, grab some black tape, tape it up and back to work.
Later on in the day I was putting an attic access hole in the trusses. As I was nailing with the nail gun, I managed to shoot myself in the side of my finger. That made me swear. As per usual, the finger hurt *really* bad, and got all swollen up. But I carried on with work, despite the 33 degree heat (more like 40 with the humidex) and gathered myself a lovely throbbing headache to go with my aching finger
All of this was distant in my mind the next day, which I had off. My wife and I went to Shoes 22 to grab me a pair of new sandals. I found a pair that I liked and off we went. Later that day, I was climbing the stairs in our building, and I tripped up on one of the stairs (this happens with new shoes, though the stairs are tricky ever since they installed the tile on the floor.) and when I rammed my foot down to catch myself, the sandal went under the tread of the step, and my toe on top of the step. I am not sure if I swore that time. :) It hurt pretty good though. So I limped up the stairs, and made it to the apartment. Then as I was taking off my sandals, I noticed the lovely pool of blood and the blood gushing everywhere from my toe. I think I swore that time. :) I got into the bathroom and started the clean up process - initially the injury looked like a flap of skin, about 3/4 the size of a loonie (a Canadian dollar coin, for anybody who is wondering), and maybe 1/8 to 3/16 deep. I figured I would need stitches, but there was no way I was going to wait 7-8 hours at the emergency room for that to happen (There was a university student who died after she went home instead of waiting 8 hours at a local hospital - she had menengitis). I washed it all up, bandaged it. Good to go.
Then it was time to pick my wife up at work. Lovely. It was about the time when I had to push the clutch in on my car, to get it started, that I was thinking about the merits of getting an automatic instead of the standard transmission. I managed to get the thing running and get under way. Ground a few gears here and there - 'Can't do that with an automatic,' I thought to myself.. ;)
Anyway, I checked it out this morning - I don't think the cut is as deep as I intially thought - I think the skin is split, and the large part of the injury is just a deep bruise, so I phoned my boss and told him I would not be in for work - I just don't think hot sweaty workboots would be a good environment for that kind of injury. Besides, I am pretty sure it would get bleeding again pretty good.
The cut on my toe looks like a smiley face, and matches the smiley face on my hand. Every time I look at my hand I see that dumb smiley grinning at me...
If I could get my stupid digital camera to work, I would show you guys my injury.
Holy crap man - I was going to say something about bumping my head on things, but you deserve some sort of medal for that.
>> That made me swear.
BWHAHAHAHA... funniest thing I've read all day :). Glad to know their are others more clumsy than I.
this remins me of Road House
heh, good read. that was funny.... *oops* you mean that really happend? damn man, tough luck. At least you got a day off work?
I actually have next week off, and work was a little slack this past week, so it worked out pretty good..I guess that's what you would call it.