Jun. 1, 2017

Nate is banned from sharp things...

Settling into homesteading life, Nate decided to pitch in and chop some kindling for the woodstove, using our brand new, razor sharp Swedish Gransfors Bruks wilderness hatchet. I'm working in the other room and I hear him holler, "um Babe, I need you to come here quickly!"

I head over to see what's up, and see Nate sitting there, hand over his right knee, blood oozing thru his fingers. "I think I cut myself." 

Yep, you sure did buddy... The edge of the hatchet had punctured his jeans and went about a half inch deep into his thigh, just above his knee. The cut was about two inched long. He needed stitches. I doctored him up the best I could and we went on with the day. 

Several days later, we needed to cut down some willow scrub brush down at the bottom of the property. Nate grabbed the 24" chainsaw, brand new chain just put on and headed down the hill. Several minutes later, I hear the saw cut off quickly and a string of curse words trailing out of Nate's mouth. I ran down to check on him and there he sat, with his hand over his left knee this time, blood oozing thru his fingers. "I cut myself with the chainsaw." 

Holy crap! I was extremely concerned until I had him move his hand and saw three small lacerations to his thigh, just above his knee, all superficial, but deep enough to blled alot and need butterfly bandaging. At that point I had to laugh. I joked with him about being banned from using sharp cutting tools from henceforth as I helped him to the house and once again doctored him up...

I'll spare you the photos, they are both pretty graphic, but he's been baptized by blood on our new property, so I guess now he has to stay... Lol, I'm really glad it wasn't worse than what it was. He's alive and has all limbs intact, at least for now...