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Yepper stepped on a few nails in my life but the tetnus shot the Marine Corp gave me was a 20 year one, if you've ever been in the service and been through the battery of shots you get you know what I mean
My grandpa had a big shop built in his backyard. He was using a big staple air gun to put in ply wood on the studs for insulation. The stapler ran out of stapels so somehow he was reloading it on the ladder so he put the gun in between his knees. Next thing you know boom! A staple decided to shoot out and it went right through his "package" and into the wall. He was screaming bloody murder until my grandma came with a pair of plyers to pull it on out. Just imagine if he fell off the ladder and the staple was still in him and the wall!
Almost three years ago to the day I was cleaning up in the garage and putting things in overhead storage. I was using one of those real old wooden extension ladders that I had for years...you know the kind... it was along-side the garage when you moved in. Lord knows, the guy that bought it new probably died in 1912. Lots of people have these. I've used this thing for years with never a sign of trouble except for a sliver if I grabbed it wrong. Anyway...I was carrying some large pieces of 3/4" OSB up the ladder to store them, when 'POP' one of the rungs just broke. I was about five feet up when this happened. I came straight down...landing with all my weight on my left heal. After I hit the floor, the OSB came down on top of me, pushing me backwards against the front of my 1923 Model T. My back slammed into the front axle...missing the crank handle by inches. I just sat there on the garage floor...waiting for something else to happen.
I wound up shattering the bones in my heal, had a knot on my head and a bruise on my back. After living with two 6"screws in my heal, time in the wheel chair, and corrective insoles for my shoes, my foot still hurts. As luck would have it, my subtaylor joint was damaged too, so some day those bones will have to be fused.
Let this be a warning to you. If you have one of those old ladders...cut it up and pitch it.
MR
Those ladders can be dangerous! My uncle was working on his house when his ladder somehow fell when he was on it and had his arm hooked through the ladder... He shattered his elbow and now has a prosthetic grafted to the bones in his arm...
Yea, check out the stats on ladders---and you thought leaving the loaded gun on the kitchen table was a bad idea! Gosh, if you were to climb a ladder with a loaded gun....AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
OK, back to the foot series: We used to go swimming in the lakes in W Washington. There were two we used to frequent, a smaller one with a private park ($ to get in, can't remember) and the state park which was futher down the road. So mom decides this is going to be a quick deal, so let's try the little "beach" just off the road on the side of the small lake. I wasn't much more than ankle deep when I found a broken bottle with my right foot. About an inch long cut in the arch area. Bleed like a stuck hog.
Mom even let me cuss a lot...
For you Washingtonians: Lake Ki was the bottle beach, Wenberg State Park on Lake Goodwin would have been the better choice.
Now, that is a story. I am playing out the drill through the nail procedure in my mind in case I ever need to do that.
Get a needle hot with a torch. Works just as well and is then sterile also. I thought I was going to have to do it a week ago when I flipped the release lever on a 3-ton jackstand, and my pinkie forgot to get out of the way...
i nailed myself to the side of a house with one of those nail guns... putting up soffit/facia the nail must have hit a knot and came out sideways going straight into my finger... i'm up on that ladder trying to decide if i should drop the gun and use both hands to get unstuck or just rip it out and my boss just gives me this look and says... "there's band-aids in the truck"
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