This is embarrassing. Okay...today, at work, accidentally nail-gunned my freakin ankle! Right into my heel bone, all the way, through my pant leg, through my shoe and sock, and into my foot. Yeesh, I feel like such an idiot. Had my finger on the trigger, like a dunce, and, while walking fast across the big upper work table upon which we build our trusses, the backward swing of my leg caught the barrel of the nail gun and WHAM! Didn't even hurt at first, thought maybe it was a misfire. But after a couple steps, I knew I'd nailed my damn foot.
Supervisor took me to Med Stat. X-ray showed the nail (three inch nail with those danged barbed copper wires!) inside my heel bone. Doc sent me to the orthopedic unit, where another doctor made an appointment to have the nail pulled tomorrow morning at six am. Gonna put me to sleep first, thankfully...at first I thought they were just gonna yank it out then and there, no numbing agents, no painkillers...but no. Doc gimme scripts for antibiotics, and, thank god, some decent pain meds, and sent me home.
So yeah, I'm sitting at home now with a nail still all the way in my foot. Meds helping with the pain...somewhat. Yeesh, my freaking luck lately! Got fresh scars from my motor bike accident, which happened almost exactly a month ago, and now this happy crappy. Someone have a voodoo doll of me? Or am I simply my worst enemy?
Go ahead, folks...laugh it up. Heh heh. Is kinda funny...at least now that the pain meds have kicked in.