Getting injured on your farm homestead lets hear it.

JOCCO

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I am shaking off a near fatality so was wondering what some of your stories are and the end results. Lets put in Farm your wood lot your home but lets leave the factory/automobile accident out. I have had a few over the years; the sickle mower, various saws, fell down a celler stairs (wife caused that) and of course various ones dealing with logging. Have also seen some good ones too like tractor flipped over on the driver, fell off barn roof.
 
I had a pretty serious eye injury back in march of this year. I was working on the baler and a piece of metal hit me in the eye, went clear through hit my retina.had to have surgery to remove metal and they also removed my lens, put a gas bubble in my eye to hold retina in place was down for about a month about drove me bonkers! fast forward to October and then I had to have the surgery to put a prosthetic lens in my eye(only one doctor in Columbus,ohio that could do this particular surgery) down another month, but I can now see 20/20 out of it but can't read up close as the new lens will not focus in and out like a natural one. all in all I am very blessed I can even see out of it again. also when I was about 15 I caught my left arm on fire (2nd degree burns) from a leaking tractor carb. that had a can under it to catch the drips of gas. just wanted to move tractor real quick lol backfired caught can on fire I tried to move it from tractor spilled all over my arm,pretty dumb I know.
 
Fell 16' into an empty overhead bin in the corncrib. Semi-coma for four days and don't remember much for the next five days. Woke up with a cast on my arm and a splitting headache. Other than that it's been stuff like having the end of my finger sewn back on or the skin on the back of the hand sewn back together. Did you know the muscles in the back of your hand are white? I had a good view of them before the blood came covered it.
 
I am currently hobbling around on a broken foot. Actually, the doctor used the word "shattered". Of course, he also gave me crutches and told me not to let it touch the floor. That really doesn't work when it's calving season and all of the equipment has to be winterized.

I was getting the bull pen ready to load out the bulls and take them to respective pastures. I had one of those 12 foot Preifert panels on my back. It was muddy and I didn't want to drag it since the chains would be nasty. I about got where I was going and the bulls realized I might be feeding them some corn. They came lumbering. I knew one of them would hit one side of that panel and I would be buying new teeth. I decided to hurry. About the time I got to the side of the shed my left foot slid in the mud. I figured I would take a big step and get to the dry ground right at the edge of the building. About that time I started to lose my balance (12 foot panel still on my back like a mule). I side stepped to catch myself and ran my right foot into a post. I was wearing my muck boots so my foot flew to the front of that boot.

I was immediately nauseated. I got the panels secured and went into the shed to take inventory. I was sure that I would pull out a bloody sock. Worse. The big toe on that side was about 3/4 inch shorter than it used to be. And looking skyward. I took a deep breath and yanked on that toe to crunch it back into place. I did a pretty good job - that's what the doctor said. Unfortunately part of the foot is shattered into lots of little pieces. I got to see the surgeon on Friday. I'm sure there will be pins and baling wire involved. That will make chores just awesome to do.
 

Cousin in his late 70s is now in the hospital with 3 cracked ribs, bruised lungs which caused fluid on the lungs, and getting fluid around the heart. He was helping load a cow when for some reason he fell, probably cow bumped into him. He had poor oxygen in the blood, but now has better oxygen content. They are giving him Lasik in hopes of getting the fluid from the heart that way. (Lasik is a diuretic) Haven't heard from him today.

KEH
 
When I was about 10, dad had his 7' sickle bar on his 674. He was putting new sections on it and had parked it in the barn. I knew it needed to be hooked up to the drill so we could plant with it the next day. Dad told me, "Do not mess with it!" But I wanted to help, and he was at work while I was home for summer break at school. So I backed the tractor out to where the sickle mower was parked, and flipped the cutter bar up and put the little threaded rod into the bar and screwed the nut on it to hold the cutter bar up. As I reached down to pull the PTO shaft off, I noticed I no longer had about half of my LH index finger. When I had flipped the bar up my finger was apparently between the new sections and the bar slid down in the guards when I flipped it up. I never felt it until I saw it, those new sections had not been used and were soo sharp. Went right through the middle joint on my LH index finger. Doctor said it was easy to sew back on because it was such a clean cut. I still have the scar, and it still moves, stiffly, so I prefer to use my middle finger for grasping stuff, where most would use their index finger. Cutting trees at work today, didn't see a widow maker about 60' above me. Dropped an ash and took a step back to watch it fall. A co-worker yelled as I stepped back, a chunk of maple about 8" in diameter and 12' long landed about 2' to my left. Whew, close call. Oh yeah, got a really good butt chewing by dad after he got home, mom had called him at work after it happened, so he had all day to stew lol.

Ross
 
Not as bad as most of them, but as close as I've come. I was coming in from dishing one spring evening. Mom and dad had left for a meeting and I pulled into the yard to turn around and park. We'll I turned a bit too soon and the last disc gang caught the guy wire for the meter pole and snapped the pole. The 3 bare copper overhead wires to the house landed across my shoulder. Got lucky that when the pole snapped it yanked the wires out of the transformer so they weren't live by the time I felt them. Now for the near death part, dad came home and there were wires everywhere and the pole snapped in half.
 
I was cutting trees for my great uncle, was dropping one and he started yelling and pointing at the tree behind it, there was a vine connected in the top of the two, and when the one I was dropping started falling it pulled the other over. I didn't realize the other tree was so rotted at the bottom, but they landed on both sides of me, felt helpless for a second there! I didn't get injured from it, just laugh about it now!
 
Three years ago tomorrow, I was unplugging the rotor on my IH combine with a wrench with a four foot piece of pipe on it. I must have stepped on the drive belt or something and the rotor engaged and I got hit in the side of the head. I was knocked out cold for 5 or 6 minutes. A friend was there, I don't remember anything. I spent Thanksgiving day in the trauma unit at University of Louisville Hospital. The doctor told my wife I was extremely lucky to be alive. I still don't have much memory of that week, even before the accident. My short term memory still isn't what it used to be. I guess that could be old age. It could have been worse, I drove the combine to the field, so my pickup wasn't there. When hit I fell between the engine and grain tank and the lid fell on me and it killed the engine. Without my friend no one would have known I was there.
 
Been real lucky myself,no near death injuries . Lots of broken bones , mostly from crush related things with livestock . And mostly feet and hands. Fell on a bucket about three years ago , and broke two ribs, and that has never been right again . Also have a knuckle on my right hand third finger that was broken while turning a wrench, the bolt broke off , knuckle got broken. I now cannot lift that finger , I can close it , but not lift it.
 
Back in the early nineties, I had moved my herd from a rented farm to this one, which I own. In August of that year, I bought a TD9 with a Drott loader on it and dug a trench in a hill for silage. I was firming up the dirt on the side when it collapsed, causing the right track to drop, and the whole tractor slid into the trench. When it hit bottom, it rolled over to the right. I grabbed the tank fill and tried to go over the back, but wound up face down in the dirt with the tool box pinning me from the waist down to just above my knee. When they found me a bit later, I was taken to Shock Trauma at the U. of Md. Medical center in Baltimore. I had a broken pelvis and ischeum (tail bone) and turned purple from my neck to my toes. I was there for a week, off from work for 6 months and on light duty for another six. And while one doc told me I might never walk again, I was up and walking in a month. But, I still feel the effects of it every day. My right but cheek still has damaged nerve endings that get uncomfortable when I sit or walk. I've just learned to live with it and let it remind me constantly to be careful with what I do.......
 
My 82 yr old dad fell off the roof doing that . Ladder kicked out on him . Fractured couple neck bones, lucky, has to wear collar for 90 days. He knew he was gonna get a butt chewing when I talked to him .lol no more ladders !
 
About 35 years ago I was crimping hay along side an orchard with my AC WD tractor, a tree branch was going to hit me in my face, so I put my foot up to deflect it. The next thing I knew I was on the ground running between the tractor and the crusher with one hand still holding on to the steering wheel headed for a swamp at the end of the field. Oh what the hay crusher could have done to me. I was fortunately able to get back on the tractor and stop things. Wow close call, guess it wasn't my time.
 
well, just a couple @ 13 folding auger on the grinder/mixer caught and broke my collarbone in a harness for 5 weeks, while feeding hay load shifted fell from on top of the bottom rolls and one of the top rolls landed on me, swelled up the next morning where my clothes wouldn't fit didn't break anything just a lot of inflammation. Most painful during milking got swished and the contact went to the back of my eyeball more pain than anything I can remember.
 
I put a new chain on my chain saw. So to try it out and seat the chain. I was holding a branch. When I got next to my hand, the blade grabbed the branch, and it spun around and cut my index finger wide open on the bottom. I grabbed a rag, walked home. I didn't even look at it. I knew it wasn't good. I got a friend to take me to the hospital. It healed up fine. Just a scare under my finger, and the finger is a little stiff. Stan
 
Every comment I can muster starts with... "my cousin Jeff"...


That comical moron caused greater fun/grief/pain than an single human has a right to.

Had a few cousins over for Christmas, well, the story gets blurred, but there's a few that tell the tale of Jeff.

D.
 
tl;dr

four generations of pain:

Grandpa dislocated his knee unloading a truck full of 100 pound feed bags a his old general store one night. Had to drive the old two-ton to the doctor's office- he turned him away, so Grandpa went home and waited to go see the doctor one town over the next morning. That knee was a pain to him for about 70 more years- you could hear it grinding as he climbed steps.

Dad thought he threw his back out hooking the hay wagon to the baler a few Springs ago- when it wouldn't pop back in, he went to see his vet- that's when we found out that bone cancer can turn your vertebrae into hollow boxes, easily crushed.

I guess the worst I got hurt besides dropping that car battery onto my toe, was the time carrying an armful of something through the barn and found the stub axle of the 2630 with my thigh in full stride. Deep bone bruise.

Absolute worst day of my life was nearly crushing my son. Both boys were riding the drawbar of the MI back from the field as we hauled empty gravity boxes out for corn harvest. The younger son, four at the time, started to fall off, but didn't just let go- as he leaned outside, the tire tread grabbed his coat and pulled him between the tire and fender, then flipped him in between the front tire and rear tire, where we had added a step for Grandpa to access the tractor. His shin slammed into the angle iron- didn't really break it, more like a wedge compression. I somehow stopped the tractor prior to running over his head. That Christmas, as we sat by the pool in Arizona with my In-Laws and he ran around with a swimming cast on at full speed, the guy in the chair next to me asked how he had gotten hurt. Seems that fellow had killed his son in a similar accident many years prior, I felt terrible dredging those memories for the guy.

Typing all that out makes me happy to be alive, but wondering why we do this...
 
I cut down a dead tree, it fell right where I wanted and I thought that went well. No sooner did I think that than a branch fell close in front of me, big enough to be fatal. It had caught on another tree, broke off and landed at my feet. Didn't get hurt, just a wake up call.
 
I am left handed so my left side of me catches he??. Had a spinner knob on the WD steering wheel and hit a cow deep cow path when feeding. The steering wheel spin around and the knob hit me just behind the wrist bone numbing my thumb. After the second day of no feeling went to see the doctor. Took a month to recover. Fell of a bucking saddle horse and broke the ball off the bone at the shoulder. Tried to get a gate shut before this calf got away. Threw out my arm to stop it, it jump over my arm kicking it and broke it 4 inches above the wrist. Was feeding cows with the NH skid steer. Cut the strings off with a axe. Threw the axe in the skid loader the blades toward the seat. Got in raised the bale and dumped it into the feeder. Let the forks down and the axe handle wedged between the bucket cross member and the seat. It must of bowed like a leaf spring and the handle flew up hitting me in the right eye splitting my eye lid open. When I got my senses back there was blood everywhere and I did not know what hit me. So much blood thought I lost a eye.
 
One year ago tomorrow. Cut down an Ash tree, hit another tree and came back up. I ducked but it caught my left ear and half removed it from the side of my head. I asked the ER doc how many stitches and he told me he had no idea. Cost about $4K and took about two months for the internal stitches to dissolve. Today you cannot even tell it happened.
 
I have lost count of the times I should have been killed. Here are few of the highlights. LOL

1) I got kicked right square on the forehead by a 500 lbs. calf. I was knocked out cold. The force of the blow cracked my skull. I was loopy for a few weeks over that one. Doc said I was lucky in that if the blow had been a little off center I would have been dead.

2) Fell off a grain bin roof when the handle on the roof pulled out of the THIN TIN!!! Landed in a snow drift and just was bruised up for a few days. GSI grain bins are JUNK!!!!!

3) I was running a bush hog when it started to really vibrate hard. I shut the PTO off and it was still coasting as I stepped down off the tractor. The loose blade that was causing the vibration came off and hit me in my left knee cap. It shattered the knee cap and drove the pieces back into the joint. I have had five different surgeries on than knee in the last 25 years.

4)I had my ribs busted up pretty good with a steer slamming me into a feed bunk. That actually was the most painful recovery I have ever had. That was 35 years ago and I still will get a sharp pain some times when I lift something heavy. The funny thing was that the steer did not weight much over 600-700 lbs. but he had me right against a concrete bunk that had no give at all.

Those are the more serious ones. I have had some many "small" injuries that I forget most of them.
 
When I was 13 I was disking plowed ground with the old MH 44 diesel, I hit the dead furrow and the spinner on the wheel left my hand so fast and found my left wrist right on the bone. My bone was stick out of my skin and I sit there 1/2 an hour before I could think about getting off the tractor. I still have the scar. A year later baling straw last wagon of the day I rode the wagon to the barn on top of the 8 high stack. We had a nice pile on loose straw by the elevator we would jump off the wagon on to it. I didn't look before I jumped, The STRAW WAS GONE! I hit the ground and I know my butt checks hit my ears!!!! And now I know why my back still hurts. I was cutting soybeans and kept hearing something odd, Got off to find the odd sound and could not find it. As I turned around I got whipped by the chopper belt that broke and got me acrossed my back. I'm lucky it didn't wrap around my neck but god all mighty did that hurt and it made it hard to sleep for a month. About 15 years ago I was trying to knock the pin out of the back window frame on my IH 766. Standing on the back tire holding the punch in my left hand aginst the cab frame to steady myself and swung what old 4 lb hammer and missed, I hit my left thumb. Of course I about fell off the tire and dad was standing on the back of the truck backed up to the back of the tractor to hold the window frame ask's You OK? NO! Come on this is getting heavy. All right all right give me a min. I swing again and hit my thumb again. @&^%$)**&^&%% a few choice words late I swing again and I feel a crunch! Then shooting pain as I fall off the tire onto the bed of the truck and of course I put my hands out to catch myself and when my left hand hit the flat bed I felt a sharp SNAP as my left shin found the edge of the truck bed. Laying on the ground seeing black spots sweating bullets about to throw up dad asked YOU OK? When words would not come out of my mouth he knew I was hurting. I Broke my left thumb and wrist and I had no skin on my left shin from the top of my boot to my knee cap. GOD I got the willies just thinking about this. I could go on but why? Bandit
 
Nope,In 56 years of farming I had a few close calls but I never got hurt bad enough that would not heal in a day.

Knocking wood..knock knock.
 
I was throwing bales down to a pickup in the barn, standing on a timber 9 feet up. I used to pull the bales to my hip then pull up the far end and toss the off my hip. I didn't get the hook out in time and it pulled me off balance enough that I had to go over. Rather that fall on the side of the truck bed I stepped off feet first, hit the floor and rolled. Nothing broke but the bruising lasted three months. Never tossed another bale that way.
 
When I was 5 or 6 I was chasing my brother, he was driving an old 50's pickup dad had given him and I was riding my bike. He thought he would teach me a lesson for following too close by slamming on the brakes, but my bike didn't have brakes. I hit the rear of the truck box on the side with my forehead. I remember a LOT of blood and mom taking me to the field where dad was planting corn. He spread the cut open and looked in there and declared it nothin to worry about and told mom to put a bandage on it. A few years back when I was getting a ct scan of my head for some surgery the doc asked me how I broke my skull. I said I had no idea, so he showed me the scan which clearly shows a crack from my eye socket to the center top of my skull. Then I remembered the bike accident and told them the story. They decided to do another scan with different settings to see my brain and then you could see the damage that was done to my brain from bleeding and swelling. The doctors said that the reason my skull never healed back together was from the brain swelling holding it apart til the bone healed over so it never grew back together. The docs think I likely faired better by not going to the hospital then since the technology and knowledge then of head injuries and their treatment could have led to my death. They still bring that up wanting to do surgury to repair my skull so it's one piece again, but I don't want to risk it.
 
All my stories are by horses.

Went riding with a freind after almost 30 yrs not in a saddle. saddle came loose while running, fell off, broke 2 ribs. Hurt like he!! getting back on as didn't want to walk a mile back to barn.

Trying to mess with a horse's foot and got cow kicked in the leg. Didn't break it but could hardly walk for a day.

Had a 'discusion' with a large pony about going thru a fence. She didn't want to get tied up and I wanted her tied. Grabbed her halter, she attempted to bolt and ended up tripping over MY feet and landed on top of my legs. She ended up tied and I hobbled for almost 2 weeks. MRI showed nothing broke at least.

Couple years ago while riding bareback fell off a 16.2 hand horse head first, got a concussion that took a year to clear up.

Haven't been on a horse since. Got a old tractor instead LOL
 
Roped a 400 lb. heifer one winter day to take her into the barn for a penicillin shot for a snotty nose. Had one end of the lariat wrapped around my wrist. Stood there watching in slow motion as that rope uncoiled thinking "I shouldn't have done that". When she hit the end of the rope, she jerked me forward down onto the frozen ground. I managed to sit up before the pain hit, but there was nothing to grab to pull myself up. Sat there on the frozen ground wondering what to do when my cousin drove in the yard and saw me. Took me to the doc; no broken ribs but the ligaments had pulled loose on both sides of my ribs. Lots of pain with every breath, but I was back doing chores in 2 weeks even though it was very painful. Slept sitting up for a month.
 

Suffered a traumatic amputation to my right leg, below the knee. Came very close to bleeding to death. I had seventeen units of blood put back into me in the intensive care unit. Spent a lot of time in the hospital and had several surgeries. Ended up in isolation twice due to severe infections. This means I had to be kept isolated from the rest of the hospital so the intection I had didn't get spread to other patients. This was thirty eight years ago, and it ruined my life.

Amputees were treated a lot differently then than they are now. Patients today go through a lot of physical preparation before they are fitted with a prosthetic, and go through extensive therapy after having the prosthetic fitted. In my case very little of this was done. Losing a leg completely changes the mechanics of your body, and todays therapy prepares you for this so that the rest of your life can be lived as normal as it can be. When the last scab dried up on my stump I was sent to a prosthetic shop to be fitted. After I received my new leg I was turned loose to fend for myself. I had a lot of trouble with the prosthetic and kept being hounded to get a job and get off of disability. So, I had to grit my teeth and do just that. I spent my life working at things that were physically demanding, because I wasn't qualified to do anything else. All this took it's toll on the rest of my body. I now live with constant pain and am on disability. As far as I'm concerned my life is over. I'm no longer a productive member of our society and have to live on the charity of others. Think about all of this when you are out working, and constantly think about your personal safety, and the safety of others. Hopefully you won't end up like me.
 
Several and all seems less important as I still have all limbs. The rope on a horse and being airborne landing on chest which only cause a few days of pain. Getting off the loader tractor and slipping on ice onto my back then not being able to move to get up for over 10 minutes. Clearing a path in the woods and a limb sliding over the blade and removing skin from my forehead which took several stitches. The one where I got my left hand in the combine probly was the bloodiest. It cut the back of my hand to the bone cutting all the finger tendons. The plastic surgeon was able to connect every thing and make it as usable as my right hand.
 
About two months before I got married,I had a large hay elevator collapse on me. My helper and I were moving it to another mow, without lowering it. He let go of his end, and the elevator, being top heavy, came down and pinned me between the frame and the conveyor. He ran to get help but some how I had extricated myself. Remember nothing of the day, had a slight concussion a hundred or so stitches and 3 or 4 broken ribs. Spent a week in the hospital, and a month in pain while the ribs healed. Still can feel the callusses on my ribs. Neighbours came and put in the rest of the hay and did the milking.After I got home, I tried to move the elevator --a 44 foot Little Giant--with the loader tractor, and it wouldn't lift it. Had a guardian angel that day for sure.

Ben
 

The close calls have been too numerous to count. Don't worry about it. When it's your time, it's your time. Better try to get right with the Lord before it happens because there's no "do overs" once you're done.
 
agreed ,,. I try hard to stay safe,,.but up jumpz the devil ,falls ,.stretching wire til it snaps and whirls around your legs is scarey ,the surprise ones are hard on the heart ,. flipt the outside breaker on the fuse box and fire arced everywhere...fire explosions , auger pto ripping my pants off,those 1/4 bolts on a shaft are the devils tool, and stupidly,, the runaway tractors
 
Take a look at the photo below of "Mac" one of our 1951 MTs.

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Note that the seat does not have a back.

While raking hay one day, turned backward to my left to pull the "pull rope" to engage the <a href="https://youtu.be/zLMpmeQ2FOA">JD 640 hay rake</a>.

Lost my balance and fell off the back of the tractor.

Landed face down on the ground never hitting the tractor drawbar or dolly wheel tongue on the rake.

Shortly thereafter, the rake grabbed me under my shoulders and pulled me across the ground about 20-30 feet.

The two or three rake teeth that caught my overalls finally broke and the right rear wheel ran over my back.

Laid on the ground a few seconds, then jumped up and ran to the tractor that was still moving across the field.

Ran between the left rear tractor wheel and tractor then reached in and turned the ignition switch off.

Walked back and got my hat and called it a day.

After surviving that adventure, figured it was time to put a seat back on "Mac".

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Number 2 gives me the creeps. I worry about that every harvest! I've got four 5000 bushel bins that have been up for 30 years or so. Every time I climb to the top to open the lid I stare at every ladder bolt all the way up wondering just how rusty that is on the inside. The worst is the 1000 bushel standing bin. She's the tallest thing on the farm. I stare at every bolt there, too. It's no consolation that the old JD 400 rotary hoe is parked at the bottom. I'm not sure which would be worse - falling off, or falling off and being conscious enough to realize I had hit the old rotary hoe.
 
Unclesilo, we milked for years in a stanchion barn from by hand, to pot milkers, to pipe-line. What didn't happen? ;-) gm
 
Closest I ever came was with a cultivator. I was in an old machine shed that was too low for my big tractor. I was trying to get the tongue of the cultivator down so I could hook to my little Ford to pull out of the shed. I was standing on the tongue using my body weight to hold it down while holding onto a welded rod (hanger for the hydralic hoses) when the rod snapped. I lost my footing and fell backward onto the cultivator and just missed the points hitting me in the torso or head. I did hit my head really hard on the frame and I'm lucky I didn't break my neck or end up with a piece of metal embedded in my head or torso.
 
The thing is that I am left handed and just as much happens to my RIGHT side. Chopped the top off of my pointing finger not once but TWICE. Broken right tooth. Several really good cuts too. Now the left side has seen action too. Very bad burn on left leg as a kid. Hernia on the left and got a wack in the head from a monkey wrench. Heart valve replaced and some other lower level boo boos. Should I give up?
 
It would take several pages to list mine. Any new scars are on top of old scars. I had my eye ball stitched up, countless sprained ankles, dislocated shoulders and cracked ribs but I've never had a major bone break. Except for my eye, I've always sewed my cuts together myself, A doc can't do it any better than I can as long as I can reach the spot. I'm just lucky I guess.
 
dam that's rite ,, we had a 8 inch auger go stupid lst fall ,, cable rusted thru at eyelet and down she come a we were moving ,, could a been bad if someone was rite under itb,, but we were just real close , I try to put grese on all connections because timew and weather are the devils tools ...
 
Had a couple uncles that shouldn't have survived - one rolled an 8n brush hogging and broke his back; another had his clothes ripped off on a pto shaft, got away with just a broken arm.

Myself? Nothing major, yet. It's tough to remember all the minor things, but here's a few: - the widowmakers dropping standing dead trees that "just missed" (one 8' length of limb just 4 days ago - it's getting so I spend a lot of time looking up, before, during and after a cut); the time I laid open my right thigh pulling the knife from a 9' NH haybine; the 4" gash in the other leg when I slipped off a baler tire in a packed machine shed and ripped it open on a bolt (both should have had stitches, but got butterflies instead); getting beat up sorting calves just in off pasture in the autumn; kicked / stepped on by horses and cows; getting laid out on my butt or back smacking my head in a low clearance barn (at least 4 times - love/hate those ball cap brims); the dung fork I put through my boot, right between my toes; the wood chip splitting wood with a maul that hit me in the left eye (went to the ER for that); the wagon tongue that fell off the tractor drawbar and landed on the arch of my foot (ER for that too - nothing broke, but it was over a week before I was walking good again); etc, etc. In the close but no cigar category: the Allis WC bringing a trailer load of fire wood down a hill with wet fall leaves that took a 100' slide before catching a tree with the right rear that nearly threw me off...
 
OK I don't have any farm stories but I saw guys get injured all the time around tanks in the Army. 1st accident I saw involved a young married guy with kids. He died. He violated one of the prime safety things that was always being drummed into us. He took a risk and his wife and kids wound up being the losers! This stuff is nothing to brag about. If you got injured it's because you did something WRONG and made a MISTAKE. Nothing to brag about there. You had to spend money to get fixed up or maybe some had the rest of us pay through higher insurance cost or on our tax dollar. Sure I've hurt myself and afterwards I've always thought I did something I shouldn't have done. That's one of the reasons that at 59 I had to have a total knee replacement. Doing stuff without thinking it through and taking precautions to prevent being injured. Show me a guy who's worked around large animals or with machinery for 20-30 years and never had a serious injury and I'm impressed. A guy who is injured and overcomes it impresses me with the work it takes to overcome that injury. Show me a guy who repeated get injured being careless and I'm not impressed at all.

Rick
 
(quoted from post at 02:43:21 11/26/15)This stuff is nothing to brag about. If you got injured it's because you did something WRONG and made a MISTAKE. Nothing to brag about there.
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Show me a guy who's worked around large animals or with machinery for 20-30 years and never had a serious injury and I'm impressed. A guy who is injured and overcomes it impresses me with the work it takes to overcome that injury. Show me a guy who repeated get injured being careless and I'm not impressed at all.

Rick
ot bragging, Rick. As has been said long before: "If you can't be an example, be a warning".

Excepting the critter damage some of which is from trying to do by myself what it should take 2 or 3 to do, nearly every one of my "boo-boos" and close calls has been the result of being short of time and being in too much hurry. If I'd have had the time (and money), I would have raised the barn to avoid head bumps. If I wasn't way behind cleaning calf pens and running out of daylight, I wouldn't have put a fork through a boot. If I wasn't in a hurry to get through the machine shed, I would have taken the long way around to get to the back of it. If I had the time to be cutting wood 2 years in advance and keeping up with woodlot maintenance, I wouldn't be cutting old standing dead for this winter.

I keep telling the better half that we need to downsize, or start making enough to hire some of the work done, or do something different, because attempting to keep up like this is gonna kill me. She refuses. Maybe she has more insurance on me than I know.
 
For any soft tissue injury and to help increase mobility and reduce the pain and stiffness, focus on things that increase the blood flow (but with minimal strain). I recommend treatments that don't require a lot of exertion in being able to do so. Things such as massage therapy, ultrasound, BFST, acupuncture, etc. These types of treatment give you the nutrients and oxygen you need to heal but reduce the risk factors involved with a lot of physical activity. It's also very important to follow anything physical with a cold compress. If the area is inflamed it hinders the blood flow even more than it would typically. Get the inflammation down, then increase the circulation. My recommendation - http://kingbrand.com/BFST-Home.php?REF=46PV16.130
 

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