Savage Farming

Friday, July 20, 2007

Wounded in action

It had been a great day. Watering was well under way, the fertilizer had been put down on the next two fields of corn. Dad was busy unhooking the fertilizer spreader from the Massey-Fergusun's three-point. I was cutting gladiolas to take home to mom. It was 4:45. I forgot that I had put a new razor blade in my pocket-knife. My thumb immediately informed me of what I had forgotten. The blade went in about 2/5ths of an inch. I staunched the flow with a paper towel and drove the truck down to get dad. Don't think I'll need stitches but you should-a heard me cussing. I freakin' HATE this sort of carelessness. Think I might need to get a prescription for my AADD, maybe I can get some Provigil which sounds like a pretty interesting substance albeit quite expensive.

So today I'm working with an extremely minor handicap, bandaged thumb syndrome. Still managed to get the base coat of paint on our "Opening Soon" sign.

Soldier on, and may your day be wound-free.

1 Comments:

  • Ouch! I hate when I do stuff like that, and actually I did one the other day too. I was slicing onions and I was thinking "I'm going to cut myself if I don't change my grip" and then what do you know? The knife sliced my thumb. I cussed myself a good bit too for not listening to my "inner voice". Sorry you got hurt. I hope it's healing up now.

    By Blogger Rae Ann, at 4:29 PM  

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