Ouch and it was the finger I broke a few months ago…

On the last nail, the last stroke of the hammer, I smashed my finger really good. I let my mind wander to how wonderful it is to have the place; Boza proof and smash! I only said one bad word and then yelled a bunch of nice things as tears came to my eyes. I am near a monastery you know?

So I used what we used as a kid and what Russians use all the time, iodine, for the skin was ripped all the way to the bone and fingernail. I will most likely lose the nail, but that is not the first time in my life. I put iodine on it, then after making many really sour faces, I cut off the huge flap of torn skin and packed it with antibiotic ointment, after more iodine of course. Then since it was obvious that I would not bleed to death or die from any form of shock, from such a massive injury… 🙂 I went out and took a picture of the fence…

It is terrible not to have someone here to say, “Oh, how terrible, are you going to live?” Us guys need that kind of stuff when we are hurt, we are big babies you know?

Oh and I did go back just now and finish that last nail. It still had to be bent over (That was the last stroke of the hammer!) to pull the fence just so perfect tight…

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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