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I had already used my new strimmer to tackle the overgrowth of weeds and long grass at the bottom of the garden. I started with the plastic blade, as the metal ones looked lethal.

It worked well but tended to snag on the long grass. So, when I wanted to finish what I started, and there was still so much to do, I changed the blade to a metal one, hoping it would cope better than the plastic one.

Looking back, I wish I hadn’t.

I was happily clearing the overgrowth when the blade hit something. I had been concentrating on the ground before me, so when I glanced down at my feet, I was unprepared for the sight that presented itself.

My left foot was covered in blood. Strangely, I could feel no pain, but the blood kept coming. I am well used to bleeding while gardening, for the brambles are not shy about attacking me, but this amount of red stuff was worrying.

Dropping the strimmer, I limped back to the house, leaving a scarlet rail in my wake. Through the courtyard and into the kitchen, I was singlehandedly creating a murder scene from a slasher movie.

I called for help, and my sister came running, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of me sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to remove my flip-flops and spreading blood around like water.

Wearing flip-flops was stupid, but I swear the strimmer blade was nowhere near my feet. I swung it from side to side in front of me, almost like a scythe.

Sis wrapped a wet dishcloth around my foot to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to flow. At this point, I thought I must have severed my toe at the very least, but it still wasn’t hurting.

We swapped the wet cloth for copious amounts of kitchen roll, trying to exert a little pressure. After a while, we had a peek to see if the blood had stopped and slowed down to an ooze. My big toenail seemed to be floating, so I thought I would try to pick it up. I was most surprised when it came away in my hand. The toe was undamaged, but the nail bed looked raw and unprotected.

With my toe wrapped as best we could, I started cleaning up, not looking forward to the following nagging. I have broad shoulders, but I knew I had it coming. I was just pleased it hadn’t been any worse.

Next time, I will wear my strong gardening shoes and won’t use a metal blade again!

27 thoughts on “Ouch!

  1. My father-in-law once cut his big toe off with a lawn mower. Mother-in-law picked it up, and he drove himself to the hospital with the toe in ice in a plastic bag. However, the doctors couldn’t perform miracles, and he was big toe-less on his right foot for the rest of his life.

  2. Ouch! indeed. … oh your poor toe! … a trick to cutting long grass, (if you didn’t already know) is to cut just a little bit with each swing, or start from the top and work your way down.

  3. Nasty! I hope the returning feeling wasn’t too severe! I always wear metal toed boots when I’m using the strummer. But they are wonderful tools for us gardeners… stay safe.

  4. “Like” doesn’t seem right for this, but there’s no alternative. What a horrible experience. I hope you are recovering.
    I’m often tempted to not bother to change from sandals to my gardening shoes. So far I’ve resisted the temptation, but your experience made me realise I must not cut the grass in sandals or flip flops.

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