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...or better yet...DUCK!
Over the weekend, I discovered that I might need to take a hard look at my band-aid supply.
I was moving what's left of our wood pile closer to the door on saturday. I keep the wood on our patio, which is under our deck. I got the wood moved, all but a rather large chunk of oak that I use for a chopping block. This is a heavy piece, so a did a squat (lift with legs...not my back) and picked up the piece...spun around to carry it quickly to the other end of the patio, and had a head-on collision with the bow end of my Old Town canoe which hangs beneath the deck. I hit HARD!...didn't know what tha hell just happened...dropped the chop block on my left foot...and stood there, dazed, confused, and temporarily blinded, just long enough for the canoe, (now a 15.5 foot pendulum), to return fire...BAM again!
At this point I'm even more confused!..."who in the hell keeps hitting me in the forehead with God knows what, stomped on my foot, and why can't I see them!"
That second blow caused my knees to buckle, saving me from a third, and likely fatal blow. My vision came back, and allowed a somewhat blurred picture of my attacker, and wicked thoughts of why in the world that canoe is hanging so low when the bottom of my deck is 10 feet above the patio.
Now there's the feeling of a trickle of blood making it's way down the side of my nose, into my mustache, on it's way to my chin, so I walk with haste to the downstairs bathroom. I wash the area, and pat it dry with tissue, but it takes several attempts to apply a band-aid before I can beat the flow of blood, then remove the instantly soaked band-aid and opt for a larger one, finally opting for a gauze pad and the largest band-aid.
It amazes me how much a small facial wound can bleed!
Lesson learned...next time I get into bow-to-head combat with a canoe...I'll duck....or maybe just raise that damned canoe!
Over the weekend, I discovered that I might need to take a hard look at my band-aid supply.
I was moving what's left of our wood pile closer to the door on saturday. I keep the wood on our patio, which is under our deck. I got the wood moved, all but a rather large chunk of oak that I use for a chopping block. This is a heavy piece, so a did a squat (lift with legs...not my back) and picked up the piece...spun around to carry it quickly to the other end of the patio, and had a head-on collision with the bow end of my Old Town canoe which hangs beneath the deck. I hit HARD!...didn't know what tha hell just happened...dropped the chop block on my left foot...and stood there, dazed, confused, and temporarily blinded, just long enough for the canoe, (now a 15.5 foot pendulum), to return fire...BAM again!
At this point I'm even more confused!..."who in the hell keeps hitting me in the forehead with God knows what, stomped on my foot, and why can't I see them!"
That second blow caused my knees to buckle, saving me from a third, and likely fatal blow. My vision came back, and allowed a somewhat blurred picture of my attacker, and wicked thoughts of why in the world that canoe is hanging so low when the bottom of my deck is 10 feet above the patio.
Now there's the feeling of a trickle of blood making it's way down the side of my nose, into my mustache, on it's way to my chin, so I walk with haste to the downstairs bathroom. I wash the area, and pat it dry with tissue, but it takes several attempts to apply a band-aid before I can beat the flow of blood, then remove the instantly soaked band-aid and opt for a larger one, finally opting for a gauze pad and the largest band-aid.
It amazes me how much a small facial wound can bleed!
Lesson learned...next time I get into bow-to-head combat with a canoe...I'll duck....or maybe just raise that damned canoe!
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