Damn! I Wounded Myself Again
Just the other day a friend said I was due to hurt myself again!
Here it is.
Damn it is sore!! One of the sows managed to step on my toe. Actually, I had rubber boots on.
She shall go nameless. With her cloven hoof she ground it about a little as I tried to push the 500 pound hog off. She didn't move until she was ready.
Pigs are not always cute. When the pain goes away all will be forgiven. I know better than to slop around in rubber boot without even socks (The feet are dirty as I go barefoot most of the time these days. Now it is too painful to wash). You should wear safety boots around a farm there are lots of hazhards! You have been warned
A couple of years ago I managed to walk into something and cause the scrap, a minor encounter.
About a year ago, as some of you might remember I did this! I managed to get a hook under the eyelid and when I jerked back it tore the lid across leaving it attached just by one corner. Damn! that really hurt. (Damn! is the worse swearing I was allowed to use as a child). I don't look too happy in this picture! I was alone and remember saying out loud, "Ohh! I have hurt myself." as I clamped my hand over my bleeding eye.
Did I tell you I can't stand pain! It is a family joke. Out of necessity I held it together enough to get to the house and call for an ambulance and then calmly wait the half hour for it to arrive.