Yesterday, I got out the lights, ladder and staple gun with intentions of decorating the porch for the holiday season.
Sounds like a good idea right? Well, it was supposed to be.
I got the ladder set up, picked up a set of lights, grabbed the staple gun…and shot myself right in the finger. No idea how–it was a mechanical stapler that requires a fairly hard pull on the trigger to go off. Regardless, I had a staple effectively stapling my skin to my finger bone…it’d probably be cool if it didn’t happen to me, or if it was two weeks ago during Halloween.
Tried pulling it out with my fingers with no luck, got a flat screwdriver with the intention of prying it out, but had no leverage. Finally, I was able to maneuver a pair of pliers enough to pull it out…amazing how well the thing was stuck. I cleaned it up as best as I could, wrapped my finger in gauze and tape, and put up about 9,000,000 feet of lights and other decorations.
Pain meter: No cursing, so it didn’t hurt all that bad.
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