Some bozo who previously owned our house thought it would be attractive to put rock flower beds along the front of the house. There's not much actually growing there, a couple of azaleas, a couple of stunted sad little boxwoods. The chickens have rooted through them and kicked a lot of rocks out into the grass. So,when I mow, occasionally the mower blade will catch a rock and throw it out. I never knew with what force it was throwing those rocks until today.
Meagan moved out here yesterday and while I was mowing this morning, she was getting in her car to go to work. Just as she was standing at her car door, I went by with the mower and it threw a rock at that very moment. It hit Meagan's finger, crushed the little bone above the last knuckle, cut completely through her fingernail and into the nail bed.
I took her to the ER where we spent four hours waiting, having an x-ray, waiting, moving to an exam room, waiting, waiting, waiting, having the doc come in, exam, give a shot of lidocaine, waiting, waiting some more, having the doc pull the nail off, wash the wound, put seven stitches in, waiting, having a nominally trained but very nice not-a-nurse, ex-cop put a splint and bandage on.
Doc said the bone should heal normally and the nail should grow back, but he recommended a follow up with an orthopedist, which will be Thursday.
Oh, and for the record, I wasn't mowing close by, I was mowing about 20-30 feet away from Meagan's car.