What Did You Do Today? What are you doing today?

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GNTLGNT

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From the weekend: Reason #127 why home remodeling does not get along with me.

Wake up, beautiful morning, crank open all the windows at the ground level floor. The windows were newly installed some months ago. Nice, metal-framed, several-paned, secure, insulating, solid. So good so far.

Do other things uneventfully. Hey, I may not be so great on home DIY, but I can cook and clean.

It's Day Three in the Fill the Critter Hole Under the Deck Project. We have a pile of dirt residing on the driveway out front, dumped there for this very project, and it's been slowly diminishing as I work at it. I go out, shovel a bunch of dirt in the wheelbarrow, Shadow (the dog) keeping me company, and head to the back, pushing the laden wheelbarrow.

I inspect the critter hole. Maybe 90% filled? This load should do it, and then I'll figure out what to do with the rest of the dirt. I'm right next to the nook area, with its cranked-open windows, not really paying attention because the windows haven't been open for the previous two days, and maybe you can see where this is going.

I grab the first shovelful of dirt from the wheelbarrow, bend down, toss it into the hole, and straighten up quickly for the next load. Unfortunately, the metal corner of the forgotten window was in my straighten-up path, and it didn't budge nearly as much as I did as bashed my noggin into it.

You know when you get smacked on the head, and it hurts like crazy, and you have to check to see if you're actually bleeding from it? I didn't have to check. It was so sharp, so solid, the burst of pain so intense, that I didn't have to. But you do anyway, so I did, and sure enough, blood was all over my hand.

Not much to tell for the rest of it. Grandma and I went to the bathroom, I put direct pressure on it with a towel soaked with cold water, we washed it out thoroughly when the bleeding slowed down, applied direct pressure again, and finally smeared a two-inch-long strip of Neosporin to cover it. Not pretty, but not bleeding much.

Grandma kept saying throughout, "You need a stitch." I kept saying throughout, "No." Finally, she pressed enough to where I said, "Look, they'll want to shave around the wound for stitches, and I am not going to meet with people all next week looking like I just got out of brain surgery." She started laughing and gave up.

I finished the project Sunday. With a cap on. And with the nook windows shut.
...as one of mutant height I truly DO feel your pain...I will tell you that a regular hat won’t stop the self-imposed concussive encounters...do what I do...I’m nearly 7 foot tall, my basement ceilng might be six and a half feet, not counting the main beams which are even lower....I keep a hard hat at the bottom of the steps that I don before I go adventuring into subdural hematoma country...
 

Dana Jean

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....we use Dermabond at work....it’s just a fancy name for Super Glue to close up lacerations and such...works great with no need for stitches or staples....
See DJ. I just knew medical science would back me up. :)
I would like to point out a difference between lacerations and CUTTING THE TIP OF YOUR FINGER OFF.

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