Lucky Number 13

Luck.



I believe in it.



Sure we often manufacture our own luck by being prepared. Knowledgeable. Smart in how we approach matters.



But sometimes luck shines upon us. Even when we are unprepared. Stupid. Ignorant in our actions.



Today I'm going to share a story of great luck.



Now most stories that involve trips to the Emergency Room are not about luck at all.



I'm proud to say this is not most stories.








A week ago Sunday we had gusts in excess of 70mph here in my region of Texas. Those gusts led to the toppling of a 50 maybe 60  foot Ponderosa Pine.



Being of a frugal nature I volunteered to remove said tree from atop the house it fell on for I figured I could use the firewood next winter.



I had help, good help, and in less than two hours we had the tree cut and loaded onto this trailer.





It was after my help left that the story took a bad turn.



I shall warn you at this point. If you are squeamish sickened by the site of blood turn around now.



So after the tree was on the trailer, and my help had left, I decided to start cutting the pieces into fireplace sized chunks.



With this ...









 For those of you who've never made like Paul Bunyon let me show you the teeth attached to the chain ...











This is where the luck comes into play. for you see when you are cutting wood with a chainsaw and suddenly have the idiotic idea to reach out with your left hand and hold back a branch so you can cut a certain piece it it takes only a split second for the concrete to look like this ...



 



Yes. I was stupid enough to take my left hand and place it into harms way.



Yes. The saw hit a knot or something and kicked to the side.



Yes. It caught me.



Yes. I yanked it back pretty damn quick.



No. it wasn't quick enough.



For that one brief second I stared looked at my hand and thought wow, it only scratched me



Why? Because there was next to no blood at first.



Of course when I dared take a closer look I could see the base of the pinky finger -- the round ball of the bone where it met and rotated inside the cup-like joint of my hand.



It's never good to see internal workings of your skeletal structure so I calmly, yes without uttering a single curse word walked inside and rinsed it off. Then i called my wife because sadly my truck died earlier in the week thanks to a faulty alternator. i instructed the kids to get their shoes on and we waited for Jennifer to abruptly end her shopping at TJ Maxx so she could drive me to the ER.



It was while sitting in the ER, I first had the thought. Hey this is gonna make a good blog post.





And when I took the first picture of my small but deep wound. 







 



Now as far as chainsaw accidents go mine is VERY minor.



And it wasn't long before the doc came in toting this ...







Yes, a tackle box.



And he stitched me up with what I'm pretty sure was some Stren 20 pound test.











 As I laid there I couldn't help but notice the light above me looked  a lot like a startled Pinocchio











And I left with some fancy purple wrapping.



And then last night, as I lay in bed quite saddened by the fact the numbing agent had given up the ghost, I couldn't help but think that the 13 stitches I had on both the inside and outside of my hand where quite lucky.



At least I can still count to ten, and wave hello with either hand.



And for a chainsaw accident ... that is pretty damn lucky.