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Not my week...

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Ok, so yesterday I had a little incident with a door at my office. I'm afraid I might have broken/fractured/etc. the end of my middle finger on my right hand....getting it slammed in said door.

So....today.....it's a brand new day....let's start feeling better....right? Apparently not...

So, I get home from work, and my little bro calls and needs me to come help move some stuff out of the storage building at my grandma's house. And of course, being the great brother/son/grandson that I am....I skip eating dinner (which was waiting for me at home), jump back in the car and head on over to my grandma's. Ok, so let me describe exactly the space we're in. The storage building/shed is a metal building, tall enough to stand up inside, but the door is about shoulder high going into it.

Let's cut to the chase.....we're carrying stuff out of the building and loading it into the car. We've got most of it out, and I'm carrying out this dog kennel thing....and as I mentioned before about the door being not so high....I didn't duck down low enough to make it out the door. Now, it being a metal building, it has a lovely metal edge around the door frame (and everywhere else on the building). So, I hit right in the middle top of my shiny bald head, take a step back and grab my head, my brother says "You ok?", my hand feels wet, I say "Uh, I don't think so", I pull my hand down and it's full of blood....not just covered in blood, but like you catch water in your hand to get a drink and the liquid makes a little pool....covered in blood and a pool of blood in my palm, and blood proceeds to pour down off my head onto the floor of the shed....my brother says "oh no....", mom and grandma run into the house to get paper towels and rags, i sit down on the outside of the building with my brother and he starts holding my gaping head, mom comes back with paper towels and they tear some off and hold it on and put pressure on it....we call my aunt who is a nurse to see if she thinks I need to go to the clinic, she says yes, it's gonna need stitches......crap.....

We go to the ETMC Express Care Clinic here in Rusk, and the doctor cleans it up and decides to use this glue stuff and steri-strips instead of doing stitches cause it'll leave a better looking scar or something....it hurts......extremely bad....

My 1 1/2 inch long head wound, side to side...

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