One of Those Days

I shouldn't have got out of bed.

I was using a cordless drill while working away on the new kitchen extension, trying to drive screws into a hard piece of timber - leaning on the drill when the screw tipped over and the driver bit buried itself in my thumb right alongside the thumbnail while spinning at high speed!!! It tore out a nice chunk of meat and muscle almost through to the front of the thumb. Well close enough that it left a star shaped bruise on the INSIDE of the bottom of my thumb!!!

My usual command of english deserted me and I simply resorted to the most basic of expletives - only 3 or 4 of 'em but repeated infinitum. Its amazing how rapidly intelligence gives way to instinct - one ceases to be eloquent or for that matter, even coherent. Apparently i managed to blend my entire expletive vocabulary into one word and then mashed it up - almost as badly as my thumb!

So after a fair amount of blood I went to the local pharmacy (not the doctor - I do want to live) and obtained some suitable dressings and antiseptic and administered to my mutilated (and slightly smaller) thumb.

Upon my return to my humble (and that is an optimistic description) abode I managed to walk head first into the mirror of my truck!! I now have a bolt shaped depression in my forehead!!

I am spending the rest of today in bed with a bottle of scotch - and I aint gonna move!! Bad luck is supposed to come in three's - oh god - what next!!?? I've tied foam to the toilet bowl so I shouldn't get hurt there. I'll crawl around the house so I can't trip. (The crawling may also be an after effect of the scotch) and I just may sleep on the floor too - just to be sure.

And I want heaps of sympathy from the wider world.....

Oh - and as an added bonus I may publish a pic later of the screwwdriver bit all clogged up with meat from my thumb!

I'm a sick puppy hee hee........