Picking my brains...

Just for an introduction, my house has a small sideyard between the house and the fence. We're fixing it up into a patio-type sort of space where we can entertain company instead of eating in the living room every time. We're installing a drainage system so that we don't have a big mudball over there when it rains. We take perforated tubes, make trenches, put the tubes into the ground and then bury them. When it rains, the water will go into the trenches and into the tubes, draining the water away faster.

My job was to dig up a trench with a pick. So I grabbed a couple picks (I'll explain what these are if you don't know later... they're digging tools. And that's as far as I'll go with that one until later... I want to see how many people actually know what they are) and I went over the sideyard. Since these are a real bitch to step on, I sunk one of the picks into the ground so that I could come back later and just pick it up. So, one is in the ground and I still have another that needs to go into the ground. Here's the tricky part.

I was swinging down when all of the sudden I felt a crushing blow to my head. It felt like some enraged kid had suddenly taken his fist and smashed it into my head. It hurt pretty bad, but it didn't knock me out. So, after the confusion, it had turned out I swung the pick right into a nylon rope that went overhead. The pick had gone into the rope, and the tautness of the rope had acted like a spring, causing the pick to bash me in the head.

I went into the bathroom and inspected myself in the mirror. I shrugged, because all I saw was a tiny scratch on my forehead. Then I saw blood in my hair. I peeled my hair back and saw a big black line... gash mark. I called my mom, went to the ER, which is the funny part about this story.

"What happened to you?" a lady asked.

"Oh, I hit myself in the head with a pick." I gave all the gory details about the string.

"What's a pick? Like an ice pick? Or a pitchfork?"

I was a little surprised that no one in the ER knew what a pick was... so I thought I'd ask y'all if you knew. If you're too lazy to look it up, I'll provide an explanation later after I feel I've gotten enough votes.

So I got myself to a doctor finally after 6 hours. Got myself 6 stiches and I also got myself an awesome half-widow's peak, since they had to shave some of the hair off.

So that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

hey i know what a pick is and i can prove it because my first job involved a pick! a pick is.... (ill wate until the poll is over so i dont give away the answer) :lol: 8) :!:

Being a backwoods Maine native, an important lesson was impressed upon me when I learned to chop wood. Whether you're using the 'Sledge n' wedge', axe or whatever, always check overhead for branches that might catch on the tool as you swing. Many a woodsman has been injured or even killed by their own tool when something interfered with its intended path. :arrow: :idea:

Well, I was trying not to hit my feet. :)

lol. Pick Threw teh foot. And yes, I know what a pick is, and I own one.

This is a pick-axe, the tool that I'm guessing Nova knocked himself silly with.

Yup. That's what I knocked myself silly with... although I already was pretty silly.

I guess that most everyone here knows what a pick is. Must just be lotsa dummies in the ER.

That doesn't look like the pickaxe we had on the 'farm'. One side was a pick, like what you see in the photo, but the other side was a shorter, blunt chisel tip approximately half as long as the pick tip. I think the pickaxe I'm talking about may be the old-style antique kind.

There are two kinds... the one you're describing, which I think would be just a plain "pick-axe" and the other kind is a "clay pick", which has two spikes (like the one above). I actually had both types over there since I didn't feel like going back and forth, finding which one worked best for digging up the trench. Man, I can't raise my eyebrows anymore... hurts. :)

Madd Maxx wrote:

lol. Pick Threw teh foot. And yes, I know what a pick is, and I own one.

Heh, well my schooling was in redneck country, and there was this one moron that managed to shoot himself in the foot and cause a can of RAID to explode, burning much of the skin on his face.

I do thank them for telling me how to make a potato gun, though. :D :D

picks aye......they look dangerous :wink:

And just what the hell is that guy doing in that picture? Is that a concrete suitcase?

i think its a bomb..

...not that im an expert or anything... :roll:

fuck thats funny....

Nova wrote:

And just what the hell is that guy doing in that picture? Is that a concrete suitcase?

It's a mini fire-safe: the kind Wal-Mart sells. It can protect valuables from fire.

Acro wrote:

Madd Maxx wrote:

lol. Pick Threw teh foot. And yes, I know what a pick is, and I own one.

Heh, well my schooling was in redneck country, and there was this one moron that managed to shoot himself in the foot and cause a can of RAID to explode, burning much of the skin on his face.

I do thank them for telling me how to make a potato gun, though. :D :D

dude i have to put on sunglasses just to look at him!!! LOL 8) :lol:

Wtf Deadmetal?

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Nova wrote:

Must just be lotsa dummies in the ER.

That is discomforting

Well, I didn't mean the people working there were dumb. Just the people in the waiting room.

Please clarify something for me, Nova... You, the guy bashed his own head open with a pickaxe, are of the opinion that the people in the emergency room who treated you were dumb?

News flash: YOU ARE DUMB

Upon closer scrutiny of your prior statement, it appears that it was not those who treated your dumb ass whom you claim are dumb, but rather your fellow dolts who were also waiting in line for medical assistance, possibly because they suffered a massive paper cut while licking up some ice cream up they spilled on the Star magazine they were reading.

My sincere apologies for the misinterpretation on my part... I guess I am dumb too.