there goes our OSHA safety rating
Earlier this week Ben hit me in the head with a 2 x 4. Okay, that doesn’t “look” bad but it sounds pretty bad. I didn’t lose consciousness, but things did get a little fuzzy. Ben, of course, did not do this on purpose, although in all honesty he was kind of pissed off at me at the time. Then on Saturday, I was cutting the cement board for around the fireplace and nearly cut my finger off with the utility knife. My pointer finger. I like this finger, I need this finger. It’s my mouse finger, and I use it daily for things like pointing, eating frosting and getting things out of my pockets. In addition, it’s situated right next to my favorite finger, the one I use for gesturing when I really really need to talk with my hands. I guess I was lucky because it wasn’t a sharp utility knife – but in all fairness it was pretty bad. You know things aren’t good when you EMT husband advises that maybe you should hold your hand up above your heart to help stop the bleeding. So after a little medical treatment and advice (no, they won’t stitch it) I was placed in a chair and informed that I was done for the day. The utility knife was taken and I was banished. Probably a good thing for everyone.
On Sunday I didn’t feel so well, so we decided to not run and just work on hanging up sheetrock and cleaning up. I missed running, but was in no shape to go. After holding up a piece of sheetrock to be screwed, Ben went to set down the very heavy cordless drill on the ladder. He missed. Seconds later I was almost unconscious, again. This time from pain (I really did almost pass out) The drill fell directly on my poor helpless baby toe. I like this toe, I need this toe. It completes the set, and I already have balance issues. So after a little medical treatment and advice (no, it’s not broken) I was placed in a chair and informed that I was done for the day. We should have gone running. I took a picture of the toe. The littlest of piggies. It’s black and blue and bloody and not for the faint of heart. But I’m not comfortable posting a photo of my foot, even under less horrifying circumstances. Requests from those demented enough to want to see it will be honored. Please email me and seek professional help.
Ben, of course, did not do these things on purpose. It was conincidence and accidental. But is anything REALLY an accident? I informed the children that if over the next fews day I should have an untimely passing, I expected a full investigation. Even though Ben’s alibi of being in California on business was going to be a good one, they were to be very very suspicious. My positive attitude and sunny disposition have been replaced with distrust, a healthy dose of paranoia and a lot band-aids.
So as you can see, lots of progress. The week flew by and the following Saturday, I painted the ceiling. It looks pretty good, even though it took me most of the day. I didn’t get hurt, although I did fall off the ladder, drop the paint roller on my head and stubbed my injured toe about 3 times. But this isn’t unusual for me, it’s a Tuesday.
Sunday we finished the rock on the new openings. Injury free, and this week we did go for a run. Sore toe and all. Monday the taper came and mudded our sheet rock job. He gave me a reasonable quote and didn’t burst out laughing when he saw our workmanship so I guess we did alright. He made a mess though, and that IS as BAD as it looks.
We have the stone for the fireplace surround, it’s pretty. The sample seemed a little less “rusty” so I’ll probably be going through the boxes to put the ones I like best on the front. It’s not easy being me and living with my issues.
Challenges, always challenges.