Earlier in the day, my sensory neurons detected a dangerous situation was developing in the periphery digits of my left hand as I was removing bits of wood fiber from a small section of a former tree.
By the time the signals reached my central nervous system and activated my motor neurons I was applying a new color to the shop floor at the rate of approximately 32 drops per Earth-second.
This situation definitely called for an appropriate and spontaneous audible from yours truly. As I was running through my built-in thesaurus to see which word would be most effective I felt the first wave of pain and decided to use pretty much all of the words, including some that are socially unacceptable in crowds of more than one person.
I then activated the emergency response system by applying four sheets of Bounty paper towels directly to the obviously damaged area(s) in order to retain as much red fluid as possible inside the bounds of my body.
I then drove myself to the emergency room of the same hospital that I recently obtained my fourth epidural steroid injection for my Mad Max Disease.
I was immediately moved to the front of a rather long line of other carbon units, probably because I appeared to be a paying customer. Or perhaps it was because I advised them that I was taking blood thinners and they probably didn't want their new tan floor to be red. Only 17 minutes had lapsed to this point
After a series of initial treatments, mostly cleaning and assessing the damage, I was led to a sound-proof looking room and told that someone would arrive shortly to repair me. She did and as she began to ready the instruments of torture she said, "This may hurt a bit," and promptly stuck a needle in my digits 24 times to load me up with a deadening agent. That process brought tears to my eyes 24 times and I understood the need for soundproofing. But since I had already used up my allotted pain-words I was reduced to internal vocalization.
I cringed when she brought out a curved needle but by that time the deadening agent took effect and I just sat there as she installed 29 stitches.
Another nurse arrived to finish up and arrange for X-rays, X-rays!!! Yep! Turns out that the damage wasn't limited to meat, I also had two broken bones. That table saw sure did a number on me.
Spring Hen had arrived early enough to see the actual damage, I was not a pretty sight. Thank goodness she was there, because she was able to count ten fingers. Then she drove me home and put me in the charging station/recovery device.
Meanwhile, I had to carry out my assigned duties as usual so I checked the plumbing, the refrigerator light and perimeter security, Rodney Dangerbird said not to worry, all was well. Haaa! Little does he know.
I also checked the Forum and found 3 Members and 391 Guests up and about.
The pain pills are now taking full effect so I'm returning to the charging station before I break something else,
Say goodnight Leroy.
Spring "Took A Licking And Kept On Ticking" Chicken
Spring Texas USA