It seems as if one cannot call themselves a roofer until they have made a work related visit to the ER. Matt has now found himself a member of this elite order. He was on a lower roof and stood up under the eave where he had already "steeled" and sliced into his head. He always wears a hat as he is pretty much hair handicapped. Unfortunately it was cloudy so he wasn't wearing his floppy sun hat, and his stocking cap is still in its summer hibernation buried deep in the recesses of the front closet. Therefore, there was nothing to offer the slightest resistance to his poor naked noggin. On the bright side, he doesn't have to buy a new hat and the extraction of foreign fabric was not required from the split in his scalp.
He called to tell me the home owner was driving him to the ER- after they dropped home two of the kids who had been helping clean up the work site. My first instinct was to question the necessity of an ER trip. I have a perfectly suitable bottle of super glue here at home that takes care of most injuries. Following quickly was the realization that if the injury required Breadwinner to cease his industrious activities there must be a pretty good reason. A few short hours later he was delivered home swathed in a pressure bandage that wrapped around both the breadth and width of his head. Apparently he had hit an artery, a fact that came to light a few days later. This would explain why 24 hours after the incident when I removed the pressure bandage I had to soak the gauze to loosen the clots that glued it to the wound.
This all seemed pretty minor after Merritt's escapade a couple weeks ago. The doctor had instructed Matt to return in 10 days to have the staples removed. Instead Matt headed to our nearest Napa dealer and purchased a brand new pair of side cutters. I dug out my jeweler's pliers and we proceeded with the after supper entertainment. Madigan recorded video footage of the process which I will refrain from posting due to its potentially to cause swooning. Matt assured me it hurt a lot less than he supposed it would have had the procedure been performed by an actual medical professional. I have to admit I garnered enjoyment from the process and was not the least bit queasy. I do enjoy the removing of wayward splinters and picking of a ripe fester- a trait handed down by way of my mother.
Sorry if this post has been a bit on the scabby side. It has been that kind of fortnight here on Sunny Toad Farm. After Matt's troubles Madigan stubbed off the end of her big toe- and if you've seen Mad's big toe you know that is no small wonder that it got caught up on something. Maliah stepped on a nail which hurt but also put a hole in her tennis shoe. The foot has healed, but no amount of triple antibiotic ointment has helped the shoe. Most recently Maielle fell of the couch and bit through her front lip. Seems that has caused her toe and finger to ache as well, especially when she is asked to do something to which she is adverse. Our lofty goal is to hit 3 days without man hours lost due to injury. I'll let you know how that goes...
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