Yesterday I slammed my bare toes into a piece of plywood in the fruit cellar (I don't know how it got there). I'm fairly certain I fractured something, forcing me to use my left foot only gingerly - quite a pain when your job is to walk up and down corn fields all day.
This afternoon we had to put 7 foot-tall sprinklers in place. Francis drove the tractor that pulled a trailer full of aluminum sprinkler poles and the bases that keep them upright, and I walked alongside the trailer, pulling out sprinkler parts and dropping them at regular intervals. I started having trouble keeping up. I struggled to get the bases out, which where all in a jumble. I thought to myself, "after I do a few more, I've got to ask him to slow down or I'm going to kill myself." That's when the trailer wheel squashed my right foot. I yelled, and dropped to my knees. As I pulled off my shoe to do a damage report, I saw Francis continue down the field another 50 meters. He hadn't heard me.
The good news: my left toes don't hurt anymore. The bad news: I'm going to have to amputate something to get my right foot to stop hurting.
This afternoon we had to put 7 foot-tall sprinklers in place. Francis drove the tractor that pulled a trailer full of aluminum sprinkler poles and the bases that keep them upright, and I walked alongside the trailer, pulling out sprinkler parts and dropping them at regular intervals. I started having trouble keeping up. I struggled to get the bases out, which where all in a jumble. I thought to myself, "after I do a few more, I've got to ask him to slow down or I'm going to kill myself." That's when the trailer wheel squashed my right foot. I yelled, and dropped to my knees. As I pulled off my shoe to do a damage report, I saw Francis continue down the field another 50 meters. He hadn't heard me.
The good news: my left toes don't hurt anymore. The bad news: I'm going to have to amputate something to get my right foot to stop hurting.
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