Today was the day. I made the boys stay home with me and we wheeled the shingles and nails out to the coop. I climbed up there and was making great time covering the roof. When I was about three-fourths of the way finished, the oldest climbed to the top of the ladder and was helping to hold the shingles in position and I even let him nail a few in.
We got down to the last four shingles, and somehow, I'm still not sure how, I managed to hammer my pinkie finger. I yelled ouch and as I pulled my hand against my body I saw blood and a huge slice. I immediately grabbed my finger with my right hand and told the oldest that I'd just chopped off the top of my finger. I was able to calmly tell him to get to the house and bring me back gauze before I had to start telling myself, out loud, to breathe. He ran off and then I told the youngest where to go find me a rag and an ice pack.
Once I was wrapped up, I insisted that we finish nailing the last four shingles on and then we got off the roof and came inside.
I got the bleeding stopped and I didn't cut off the piece of my pinkie completely. I cleaned it as best as I could considering I kept feeling light headed (I don't do well with injuries once the emergency is over). Then I wrapped it in fresh gauze. I don't think it needs stitches.
The chicken coop roof is done. I just have to fix the oyster shell dispenser and finish painting two sides of the coop and I can declare it completely done.
Just another day... right?
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