It’s just a flesh wound…

Had an argument with the sheet metal back plate of an air conditioner last night… I lost.

Ron and Fran decided to get a couple split AC units for the office, and said we could use them ’till we depart. Naturally, we were super excited at the prospect of luxurious frozen air (and the kiddo’s heat rash is getting pretty bad), so after an already long day at work I was pushing hard to get one of the units installed in the salon.  Everything was going OK, but I should have known when to call it quits.  When us Linds used to go skiing, if anyone said “just one more run” that was the red flag… ask Andrew about his trip to the ER that one time.  All I really wanted was some air-conditioning!

This is me working on the thing:

This is my blood on the floor:

This is me getting stitched:

This is my hand now:

Three stitches, they shot my hand full of Lidocaine, and went through about a gallon of betadine. I was really impressed by the clinic, and glad we had a good first aid kit with plenty of gauze and curlex. Tip of the day: a feminine hygiene pad is great for a compression bandage!

Thanks to Nick and Fran for spending their Friday night sitting in Kinshasa traffic!  Oh, and thanks to Mosengo for swabbing the decks free of the blood trail all over the house.

I will be picking up some general antibiotics, and spraying on the veterinary antiseptic (thanks Crissie, vetrycine rocks). So now I just need to get the darn AC in with my left hand at 50%…