Bob_Skurka
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Well it was bound to happen. I was working in the woods clearing an area for a new path. The woods are mostly populated with native Hawthorn trees (also called Thornapple or Washington Hawthorn in other areas).
I was working and the FEL bucket caught a low branch and pushed it back, Hawthorn is a very hard wood, normally instead of bending, the branches crack off. Not this time. Well I think I was looking at the landscape rake and slowing moving forward, when I turned around the branch had just freed itself from the bucket and snapped up toward my face. The branch caught me in the forehead and one of the 1" thorns pierced my skin at the hairline and snapped off, the branch continued and bonked me pretty hard on top of my head. I reached up and felt the thorn in my head with my hand and knew I was in a bit of trouble. Of course I was about as far from the house as I could be, I shifted into HI range, beat it quick down the hill, out around through the field, and then back to LOW to get up the hill to the house.
Now at this point there was NO BLOOD. I looked in the mirror to see a small spike sticking out of my head. It was broken off about 1/8" outside of my skin. I tried to pull it with tweasers but it wasn't moving. About this time my wife & daughter caught up to me, daughter grabbing a flashlight, the lovely Mrs_Bob getting a pair of pointy tweezers.
After a bit of tugging, the thorn came out. It was buried about 3/4" into my head. (good thing I have a fat head). And with it a stream of blood that shot across the bathroom and hit the far wall. It was like a cork coming out of a champaign bottle, only it was my blood. Calm natured that she is, the lovely Mrs_Bob starts screaming and dodging blood spurts, my daughter starts crying, and I am really in no pain at all. A big wad of toilet paper in my hand, I apply compression until we get to the hospital (a 20 minute drive).
Walking in the emergency room with a 1/2 roll of Charmin on my head, I have dried blood on my face and the receptionist asks "Do you need help?"
I thought about being sarcastic, but figured it would not be the right time. After all, it was pretty much a full moon last night, the emergency room was full, and I had some sort of head injury. At this point it still didn't hurt too much. Making a long story short, 90 minutes later I was released, that was about 10:30pm last night.
Let me just say, when working in the woods, BE CAREFUL.
I was really lucky, I could have easily been really hurt or lost an eye. Today my head is throbbing, I have to do a follow up visit to my regular doctor, but I did no serious damage. It turned out to be a lot of blood but not a lot of damage.
I was working and the FEL bucket caught a low branch and pushed it back, Hawthorn is a very hard wood, normally instead of bending, the branches crack off. Not this time. Well I think I was looking at the landscape rake and slowing moving forward, when I turned around the branch had just freed itself from the bucket and snapped up toward my face. The branch caught me in the forehead and one of the 1" thorns pierced my skin at the hairline and snapped off, the branch continued and bonked me pretty hard on top of my head. I reached up and felt the thorn in my head with my hand and knew I was in a bit of trouble. Of course I was about as far from the house as I could be, I shifted into HI range, beat it quick down the hill, out around through the field, and then back to LOW to get up the hill to the house.
Now at this point there was NO BLOOD. I looked in the mirror to see a small spike sticking out of my head. It was broken off about 1/8" outside of my skin. I tried to pull it with tweasers but it wasn't moving. About this time my wife & daughter caught up to me, daughter grabbing a flashlight, the lovely Mrs_Bob getting a pair of pointy tweezers.
After a bit of tugging, the thorn came out. It was buried about 3/4" into my head. (good thing I have a fat head). And with it a stream of blood that shot across the bathroom and hit the far wall. It was like a cork coming out of a champaign bottle, only it was my blood. Calm natured that she is, the lovely Mrs_Bob starts screaming and dodging blood spurts, my daughter starts crying, and I am really in no pain at all. A big wad of toilet paper in my hand, I apply compression until we get to the hospital (a 20 minute drive).
Walking in the emergency room with a 1/2 roll of Charmin on my head, I have dried blood on my face and the receptionist asks "Do you need help?"
I thought about being sarcastic, but figured it would not be the right time. After all, it was pretty much a full moon last night, the emergency room was full, and I had some sort of head injury. At this point it still didn't hurt too much. Making a long story short, 90 minutes later I was released, that was about 10:30pm last night.
Let me just say, when working in the woods, BE CAREFUL.
I was really lucky, I could have easily been really hurt or lost an eye. Today my head is throbbing, I have to do a follow up visit to my regular doctor, but I did no serious damage. It turned out to be a lot of blood but not a lot of damage.