Archive for March, 2008

Dead from a Paper Cut

Thought I would keep you abreast of my health. The weight loss settled in after 20 pounds. After our Daniels Fast, I leveled off and haven’t jumped back in to dropping my last 10.

Came home the other night and began looking at the yard. Here in Florida, we are doing the cool and warm temps. Thought I would go ahead a trim the palms. Still fully dressed in jeans and a button down shirt, I grabbed the extension pole, hedge trimmers and hand saw. First was the trimming of the tall Queen palm on steroids. After extending the pole and taking out 6 fronds, I was drenched with the arm muscles flinching from the workout. I thought of taking a dinner break but the robelini (sp) caught my attention. Now 40 minutes after Sharla and Savannah left, I called the boys to go in and shower. I was nearly finished when a small palm was calling me to free it from a single piece of string around it’s trunk. You know how a bad pair of scissors can wreak havoc on paper and not even make a cut? I was determined not to let this single strand of string negate my green thumb and ability to revive the cast away plant. Still holding the saw, I opened the hedge trimmers to their full extent, placed one blace beneath the piece of string while lifting it off of the tree surface. Now to eradicate this stray string, I put the full force of this simple machine into action with a cut that would be precise. Now, on hedge trimmers there is a small piece of metal that prevents the handles from crossing or banging into each other thereby smashing your fingers. Too bad I had a thumb at the point where this metal was going to make contact. A jolt of pain and a thumb covered in blood now diverted my attention away from the tree. I set the tools in the garage and pulled the door down with the good hand. 2 small neighborhood kids crossed in front of me. Wanting to show my battle scars, I held my thumb down to where anyone with eyes would notice the blood pooled atop my left thumb nail. They didn’t even notice. I put the other garage door down as I stepped into the house. The boys were upstairs getting ready to shower, so I lean over the kitchen sink and get a paper towel to put pressure on my wound. The pain is great but manageable, my thumb is throbbing and blood is making its way into the veins of the paper towel. Layton now comes down for some important question to which I divert to the story of my injury. This will be the first look. The round metal blocker has pushed a semi circular gash into my thumb centered by the edge of the back portion of my nail. My nail has been cut at the back portion and makes a quarter inch moon shaped sliver and an equal portion in through the skin going the opposite side. Of couse, Layton is impressed and off he goes back upstairs. At this point I am still drenched in sweat, hungry, thumb throbbing and deciding whether or not water on the slice will be worth the sting. It’s at this point that I begin to feel the familiar sensation of tunnel vision. “What’s going on?” The pain is okay, the blood has stopped. There is no reason for tunnel vision. But I know that once this starts, it is easy for it to progress. I stand up and begin trying to breathe through it. Not working. Time to get low. If I go down, I want to be close to the place where I am going. Do I call the boys? Do I call an ambulance? I call GOD….”God this is stupid…there is no reason for all of this to happen” I sit on the couch in the middle of a bunch of pillows. I’m not going down and out. I stretch my arms out, one with a paper towel still on the bloody thumb, prop my feet up, lay back, breathe and continue to tell God that this is really gonna be stupid if I die this way. I can see it now, the boys come down and see my sleeping. Sharla and Savannah get home and see my lying there on the couch in a reclining cross position with a bloody paper towel on my thumb and dead. What a lasting story that would make. “What did your dad die of?” A PAPER CUT more or less. I finally got settled and got up to have my first Pepsi in a long time. What better excuse to start drinking….sugar. I got out of the wet clothes, ate my food and bandaged the thumb. I have managed to fix the skin pretty quickly and am working on restoring the nail. Oh, and the string is still around the tree.

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