Well Sunday morning I was out working on the wood pile splitting wood.
I split all the smaller wood with the mall. So I am getting into the nasty crouch stuff, with a wood grenade and just a standard 10" steel wedge. Well I split a 20 or so hunks of maple, that were nasty.
Well to get to the Point I hit the wedge and and piece of metal comes flying off the wedge and lucky me it hits my calf and makes a 4" gash. It looks like one of those war movies when a bomb blows up and you look down and you just start gushing blood all over. I also was waring shorts not paints....makes me wonder if that would of helped much anyways......Well yeah I am at home so thats good. So I grab the hunk of flesh and squeese it together limping bent over into the house with is only a 100' or so. Take off my bloody sock and run into the shower. By this time I am feeling pretty woosey....I thinking to my self "suck it up your all by yourself" "SUCK IT UP".
Well I have a first aid kit for my dog when we go hunting so thats good, I open it up its got a stapler in it....I'm thinking to my self yeah its deep but not gonna use this thing....so I pull out the surgurical glue and try to glue the thing back together....well its just too dam big of a cut so......it would hold. Mean while it pretty much stopped bleeding and the glue wont hold so I just butterfly it together and pretty much making due with some butterflys and tape.
I do have insurance, I should of went and got stiches but I freaking hate the doctors...I have never had stiches and since its just a spot on the calf I dont care about having a scare there.....I thought that I would just take care of it myself.
Everything is going all right but I am gimmping around like no other....my buddys were laughing there ass off at me walking around hooter for dinner....I just to em to f....off .
The bummer is I have a music Festival to go to this weekend and there will be walking involved....thats going to suck
so eveyone
