The scar is faded, but I filleted my thumb down to bone and tendon, exposed the tendon sheath, and the connecting spur. Flapped down over my thumb nail.
All when my son about 5 years old was watching me split wood for a friend. Clear grained hemlock. The kind of wood that doesn’t take much effort to split. He liked it kinda small and it kept flopping over before the axe could make contact.
I got a good rhythm by supporting it with my left, choking up mid way on the 5lb splitting axe. Totally in my production groove, that I’m sure y’all know too well. The ER doc was tickled with the tattoo as it aided in lining up the tissue. 17 stitches in this bastard. Totally thought I lost it.
Damned ER triage nurse admitted me under the highest priority, could have been having a heart attack or a gunshot wound. A decision that cost me an extra 3k in the empty slow ER.
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