As part of a back yard reno project I needed to move a bunch of big rocks around, tearing down an old rock garden and ripping up edging stones from around an old fish pond. The larger rocks were really small boulders, 60 pounds or so, and I promised myself I’d be careful and use good mechanics yadah yadah because I have a tendency to try and just muscle things through and these days when I hurt myself it takes a long time to heal.
I’ve used the rocks to make a border for a new rose garden, and as a freestanding rock wall to separate a new vegetable garden from the rest of the yard. Took me several days of lifting and grunting and shifting to get things in place, but at the end I was pleased with how it was taking shape and proud I hadn’t injured myself.
It was with great pleasure that I lifted the last big rock and carefully lowered it into place. With all my focus being on fitting it exactly and maintaining my mechanics, I neglected to notice the very sharp and narrow frond from an adjacent old palm. Sure enough, the tip slipped past my glasses and poked me in the corner of my right eye.
Hurt like hell. I jerked up and pulled away and in doing so lost control of the rock and dropped it on my left foot. The good news is that I didn’t lose my balance; if I had fallen backwards I’d have landed on a rose bush, and that would have been really bad.
The foot isn’t broken, I’ve done that before so I know how it feels, but it did swell up pretty good and now is a lovely pastiche of purple, blue, green and yellow. The eye was an adventure; it is surprisingly difficult to tweeze a fragment of palm frond tip out of one’s own sclera, even with the aid of topical benzocain.
The injuries were on Saturday, and by today you can see there is only slight residuum. The eye still hurts, but it feels a lot better than it did yesterday. The foot has stopped throbbing and tomorrow I think it will fit in a shoe again, so back to work. I still have seeds to plant and bushes to set before the rains end.
Better to be poked in the eye with a frond than a sharp stick, I suppose, but I could have done without the boulder-on-foot crush. Out of a sense of common decency, I’ll spare you all that photo.
[More to follow on the garden, and the backyard reno. My spring greens are up already, a couple of tomato plants and several of the peppers have blossoms, and the iris have started to bloom.]