It came to pass in his wanderings in a land down under, that the Paraguayan Pilgrim did rack his mind for suitable material for his next blog. He was unaware of the events that were to transpire, the following of which shall be told here.
Again, in those days, it came to pass on one of the many holidays, which occur in the land of his pilgrimage, that the Paraguayan Pilgrim was notified by Maynard the First that his assistance was required in erecting long pieces of dead trees, from which the world would be notified as to what kind of place they had arrived at. There was a need for twain of such pieces. Having received said notice, he finished his inspection of a faulty light emission device and journeyed to the commanded place. Arriving, he soon found that this meant, what’s commonly called, “work”. The day being a holiday, he was ill-disposed to overexert himself. But, what was commanded shall be done or attempted till there is no more attempting. Of the twain, the first sign post, for verily that is what it was, allowed itself to be manhandled into the place provided for it. But the exertion had taken a toll on Maynard the First and he commanded that additional warm bodies should be procured for the raising of the last and final post. (In all truth, these should be called logs. They resembled the torture logs used by some U.S Special Forces in training.) Twas in this manner that Companero J came to help. Equipped with a red, 4 wheeled off road chariot, the brilliantly devised plan had the three tying a rope to the top end and using the tractor to alleviate the weight and assist in the raising of said log. After some initial struggles, the threesome decided to reattempt and try from a different angle. But this required rolling and shifting the log into the desired place. And so, with the Paraguayan Pilgrim on one end and Companero J on the other, they proceeded moving it into the desired location. In the process, they moved other parts as well. But that is advancing the story.
After having living over 20 years, the Paraguayan Pilgrim found himself suddenly needing a new part. For, as he reached under to regain his handhold in this moving process, Companero J moved his end, causing a shifting of the post. In the process, the Paraguayan Pilgrim found himself lacking a finger nail, over a layer and a square inch of skin, not to mention blood loss and profitable work time, as well as the indented remains of the aforementioned finger nail. Fortunately, he works at a clinic and the necessary medical attention was on hand. Whilst others gathered and exclaimed over the damage, he bethought it rather interesting that such harm could be done and pain seem so remote. But it was a grievance to his mind to know that others were working and he couldn’t participate. In this fashion, as soon as the nurse finished attending him, he bounded out, in search of being a help. Alas and alack! The labor was virtually accomplished and given that his bandage prevented from bending his one finger, therebyy rendering one hand almost useless, he was relegated to being a bystander.
Thus ends this account. I’ve been advised to go on pain medicine but so far it hasn’t been necessary. I only need to keep it periodically dressed. I find it quite fascinating and wonder how my body will heal it’s wounded member. It’ll never be the same but I still find it interesting.