Be careful folks.
Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 9:59 pm
I'm out of action for at least three days!
Used both rotovators at the allotment, when I drove the Howard 350 back ito the garden I parked it outside, opens the gate, drove through, parked it, in neutral and turned to shut the gate.
Damm thing rolled back into me and I must have managed to knock it from neutral into reverse.
It bowed down onto its nose and picked me up on the handles, shoving me into the gate, then it back the wrong way through its hinges by a foot, bursting through the home made gate stop.
Leaving me wedged in the gap and dangling in midair, where I gashed my leg on the gate stop.
Son came running to my shouts and we cut the engine, he pulled it forward and I, seeing my blood soaked combat trouserleg, sock & boot with blood running out, promtly got down onto my back with the leg in the air.
Son called paramedic, I undid the bottom lace of the combat leg and pulled it to my knee. The blood flow stopped while waiting and I undid the boot lace without moving the foot, didn't dare look under the sock more than once.
Boot & sock off, dressing on, up to the house, paperwork, no ambulance free, wife drove me to A&E.
Two and a half hours, local anesthetic, a good root around in the wound, clean, seven stitches, iodine pad, dressing, tetanus jab and I'm back home.
No gardening for a bit two-three days of keeping the leg elevated.
Could be worse, one resuscitation crash call in A&E, plus around ten blue light vehicles surrounding a huddle of fluorescent jackets working on a motionless person on front of a car less than a quarter mile away from the Hospital.
Used both rotovators at the allotment, when I drove the Howard 350 back ito the garden I parked it outside, opens the gate, drove through, parked it, in neutral and turned to shut the gate.
Damm thing rolled back into me and I must have managed to knock it from neutral into reverse.
It bowed down onto its nose and picked me up on the handles, shoving me into the gate, then it back the wrong way through its hinges by a foot, bursting through the home made gate stop.
Leaving me wedged in the gap and dangling in midair, where I gashed my leg on the gate stop.
Son came running to my shouts and we cut the engine, he pulled it forward and I, seeing my blood soaked combat trouserleg, sock & boot with blood running out, promtly got down onto my back with the leg in the air.
Son called paramedic, I undid the bottom lace of the combat leg and pulled it to my knee. The blood flow stopped while waiting and I undid the boot lace without moving the foot, didn't dare look under the sock more than once.
Boot & sock off, dressing on, up to the house, paperwork, no ambulance free, wife drove me to A&E.
Two and a half hours, local anesthetic, a good root around in the wound, clean, seven stitches, iodine pad, dressing, tetanus jab and I'm back home.
No gardening for a bit two-three days of keeping the leg elevated.
Could be worse, one resuscitation crash call in A&E, plus around ten blue light vehicles surrounding a huddle of fluorescent jackets working on a motionless person on front of a car less than a quarter mile away from the Hospital.
