I think I’m concussed…

 

 

Although, I probably shouldn’t be the one to ask…

I had Paolo check my pupils with a flashlight for weird dilations…

 

 

I refused to get stitches……………I didn’t want a patch shaved on my head…

 

Tools for the rural lifestyle are not the petite, delicate gardening tools you can easily find in the outdoor section of Walmart.

You have to seek them out at specialty farm stores and catalogs…

 

You have to go out of your way to locate the exact tools that will ultimately cause damage to your person.

 

 

This damage will be……………mostly because you’ve looked for and purchased the heavier-gauged metal along with stronger welded joints and sharperly-honed edges of whatever apparatus you sought out.

 

~~~~~~~~~~Enter the Carnivorous T-Post Driver~~~~~~~~~

A Metal T-Post Driver……………

(*****Just In Case You Want To Buy One, You Can Purchase One Here (but I don’t recommend it)*****)

……………it’s over fourteen pounds of overly-mobile, swinging wonder, when used improperly……….(not that that would ever happen to me).

 

My younger daughter and I were securing the welded-metal panels that I had cut for our new, up-coming honeybee hive enclosure, which is out in the drier section of the back swamp.

Easy Peezy…

Two hives;  eight cement blocks;  four T-Posts;  nice sunny area;  eastern exposure…

Uncle Bob did NOT help……………so I can’t say~~~~~~~~~~and Bob’s your Uncle…

My daughter and I loaded up the tractor, negotiated all the gates (which are still semi-undented), maneuvered the tractor around stumps & cypress knees, and arrived at “the site”.

 

Everything was unloaded and measured.

And I easily drove in three out of four T-Posts……………but that fourth one was a Doozie!………

 

Apparently it went in easier than I had anticipated (I’m strong & usually have a lot of angst to burn).

 

So “that” next swing was the clincher.

The edge of the driver caught the top edge of the post in full swing.

 

The driver flipped up in the air & out of my hands, and all fourteen-plus pounds of metal came down on my head…

*****Over the years I’ve found that facial and scalp injuries bleed profusely*****

I could immediately tell by my daughter’s eyes (plus the “sweat” that was running down my face) that I looked colorful…

(That’s one of the reasons I always have a bandana in my pocket…….dirty but effective as a pressure bandage).

Being more stubborn than sensible, I told my daughter to get her father if I passed out, but that I had to finish driving in the post……..things were a little slippery, but I got the job done.

 

 

She kept the pressure on my head while I drove the tractor back (and I remembered to shut & lock all the gates).

She’s a good kid.

 

 

 

Once in the house, Paolo gave me one of those “startled…then resigned” looks (much the same look as when I show him the most recent rat snake who I’ve caught)…

 

 

 

 

………and then everybody took pictures of my head to show me the damage…

 

 

 

 

It was a whole spectrum of colorful & yucky…

It was Sunday afternoon, the emergency clinics would be crowded with weekend athletes……………and I was NOT going to shave my head!

……………I can be obstinate……………

 

Paolo pulled out my medical bag.  Sprayed my head with Nitrotan (REALLY great stuff—————burns like &*%$#*&&*%$!!!!) and then put ice on it…

*****Nitrotan Good Stuff/Buy It Here*****

(My hair now has more color than just gray……….Nitrotan stains…)

Pretty is not on my report card.

 

 

 

……………and then, of course…………..Bob’s your Uncle!

 

 

 

Bob and I both have headaches…