I had a little time before a family function on a recent weekend, so I decided to spend some of it reorganizing a bit of the stuff in my garage. I was making good headway … until I reached up to move a kayak and scraped my arm on something just out of sight.
In my garage, this isn’t an unusual event, so I reflexively checked my arm to make sure I hadn’t broken the skin or been impaled by a big splinter. To my surprise, upon inspecting the site, I found a neat and arrow-straight 2-inch incision that provided me with a new, unobstructed view of the muscle in the underside of my forearm.
I had caught my arm on the corner of a big piece of sheet metal. Fortunately, it was very sharp and had no signs of rust. Obviously, I wasn’t going to be able to fix this with a napkin and duct tape, so I covered it with a paper towel and headed into the house to ask my wife to bring me to the urgent care facility a few miles away.