Thanks for the concern guys.
My shop is attached to the house so getting to the first aid kit is just a few steps away. Zina keeps it well stocked. She's a rep in the medical field so I'm pretty well taken care of.
I have 3 fire extinguishers. One in the kitchen and two in the shop.
The cut on the head was my fault completely and we're going to tidy up the shop this weekend.
It's a mine field. You get so hung up on doing the work you neglect cleaning the place.
I'll whip the bandaid off in a few days. It's nothing really.
I was chowed by the dog we had about 10 years ago. That was a blood bath. The Boerbul is a South African bred farm dog. Bitches are cool but the dogs can be bad news.
Joker blew a gasket and jumped me for no reason. 40 minute fight and doctors said I'd never use my arm again. 3 surgeries to try fix things. I guess the experts were wrong. My arm is OK. My left hand isn't perfect. Put it this way, if I tighten a bolt with it you need a wrench to loosen it but I don't wave to people using it in case they think I'm "queer". A bit of Crocodile in that hand. Cuts on the head, I'll take every day. When I got to the hospital these three young surgeon ladies said they had to stabilize the arm and it involved sticking a probe (big needle connected to an electrical supply) into my arm pit to locate a nerve. It took 10 attempts.