Day 85: Fun with a fence-ive weapon.

Dad came to help me work on the chicken run, abandoned since I shot my hand.
I'd already had 2" of nail in me, which is as much as anyone ever really needs to have in their lifetime, so we developed a method of securing all the parts with stakes, both retiring behind the nailgun before pulling the trigger. A marvellous success with 100% less horrific nailgun injuries.

Day 80: Second opinion

Yesterday I went to my GP as I was getting concerned about the swelling of my hand. He immediately called the hand specialist hospital at East Grinstead and made an appointment for me today with a plastic surgeon.
After she gave me the "you should not have pulled it out, you could have bled to death" lecture, she told me that the A&E doctor's advice was wrong!
So I went from "You must keep it still" to "keep moving it!". Just for good measure the DGH gave me the wrong antibiotics too.
Funny thing was the doctor who treated me was foreign and looked like Mel Gibson. He remarked after a while that in Lethal Weapon 3 the bad guy was killed with a nail gun.