Kelly the Wise

I was reading the comments on a post that I had written about my metal casting endeavor. Kelly made the very wise observation that accidents follow me like a stalker. Which, unfortunately, is true.

So far, my poor hands have bore most the burden for this rotten luck. And while it is true that they have not been serious issues, they are colorful none the less.

It all started with our move to Tullahoma. A new house with brand new carpet. I was pushing my toy cars around like I always did and managed to hook myself on a carpet staple... literally hook myself through the finger. I was hung, and mom had to rush next door to get the neighbor to untangle me. I was 3.

Similarly, I have had a litany of curious injuries. 5 stitches from a rouge piece of tin while demolishing an old shed; a pellet passing all the way through my finger after one of my cousins pulled the trigger on the bb gun while my hand was in front of it; 5 more stitches when I caught the edge of a jagged ceramic tile while installing a toilet; another puncture wound when my ex-brother-in-law nailed by hand to a wall with a nail gun accidentally; a 2" long gash on my thumb from a base-stealers cleat in my only game ever at third base.

This is on top of having my finger nail peeled off like an orange peel, the whole finger nail, while moving a saw with my dad; having a hole eaten through my finger nail by pool chemicals; a splinter that was about 1" long and 1/8" wide getting entirely wedged under my fingernail to the point where I had to drill a whole in my nail to get it out... the list goes on.

However, the recurring theme to this party is that I use my hands. I don't really care for gloves that much and don't really give a second thought to sticking my hands into my work. Much like when I unwittingly scooped mashed potatoes out of a pan when I was a dishwasher only to find that they were surprisingly hot to have been sitting around for 3 hours... hot enough to burn my entire hand. However, in my new endeavor, my hands will be happily incased in heat resistant gloves at the end of 3' long pair of tongs.

I am sure that I will lose a finger or two, but I guess that's par for the course.