The Beast is ordinarily loath to bring up personal issues or events in his blog but it is a slow day, so here is something fun.
Sunday was a bad day. Up here in New Hampshire the grass has just started growing, so The Beast decided to see if he could fire up his weed whipper and knock back the jungle that his coi fountain has become. After a whole winter of NOT using power lawn tools, a small amount of re-learning was required.
The Beast re-learned why one should not wear sandals and shorts when weed whipping.
Being a guy, The Beast bought a weed whipper WAY too powerful for his yard.
Being a guy, The Beast got quite carried away with the whipping, even scouring out the crap between the flagstones in front of his pool. Being a guy, the Beast ignored the occasional stings of flying pebbles and sticks gouged up by the whipper string.
But suddenly he felt a WHAP against his shin. He assumed it was a largish rock and continued to whip away. But the spot on his shin got more and more sore, and his foot wasn’t working quite right – it was not bending properly as he walked and it felt oddly tight. After ten minutes the pain got so bad he stopped and looked down.
He had a two inch finish nail stuck about an inch deep into his shinbone! It was embedded! Worse, still, it had gone through the big tendon that slides above the bone, pinning it in place, which is why the foot wasn’t working quite right.
He worked the nail loose and threw it away. But later that night he realized that this nail (which was all black, corroded and dirty) was probably crawling with infectious stuff – some of which was now imbedded at least a quarter inch into his shinbone.
SO he got out a little exacto knife with a fresh razor blade in it, dipped it in alcohol and had to cut the whole thing open and scrub it out. YOUCH.
Four days later there is a bit of redness around the wound but no swelling. He thinks he may have dodged the bullet.
Of course he also cleaned up his outdoor Tiki Longe and that was worth the trouble