Building Chicken Coops is dangerous work

[BettyR]

DH is a supervisor in the oil industry and it can get pretty dangerous. Part of his job is to make sure everyone is following safe working habits but you still have accidents from time to time.

Last year one of his men got backed over by a bulldozer. The bulldozer backed completely over the guy…thank the Lord it had been raining for days and the ground was really muddy. The guy just squished down into the mud. When they got the dozer off of him and dug him out of the mud the guy didn’t have a scratch on him. He didn’t want to go to the doctor and just wiped most of the mud off and went back to work.

Construction guys as a whole are a pretty tough breed.

 

[cyanne]

When we were building our coop, I tried to 'test' the staple gun to see if it had any staples left. I very carefully held the front part out over a plastic tray for the staple to drop into, and braced my hand against the back of the gun before squeezing the trigger...felt a funny feeling in my hand and realized that it was the stupid backwards staple gun that shoots the staples out of the back end instead of the front (supposed to give better leverage or something).

I shot a 1/2 inch heavy staple right into the palm of my hand just below my last two fingers...right into the joint. OUCH!

It's been months and my last two fingers still don't quite work like they used to. Sigh.

 

[chickflick]

You all are making me cringe reading all these horror stories!! My son, way back when, just got his new BMX bike. He went to test drive it. He reached down cuz the chain felt a little loose and his foot slipped, and his fingers went thru the sproket. Cut the tips of two fingers off. Luckily, the doctors were able to reattach them. That's just one of the horror stories of BMX racing!

 

[LoneCowboy]

Ouch! My thumb actually feels fine today. I think I'll start sterilizing all my nails and staples though.

There are always accidents, I just need to stop having them. But It could be worse for sure.

It a tough job trying to addict the world to chickens, but somebody's got to do it.

My dad was a mechanic, he chopped off the tip of his finger twice putting engines in. One time he never even noticed until one of his co-workers asked him what happened to his finger. We'd always know dad tweaked his finger again when we'd come home and he'd be soaking it in a shot glass