For some time there has been wood in my backyard waiting to be split, rounds from a tree that Duke Power took down a couple of years ago in my neighbors yard. I had failed to split one of them sometime last year, and it had been sitting there in my yard for however many months waiting for me to come back to it.
Yesterday, I decided, was the day. So I went and got my maul and my wedge and started pounding the latter into the section of tree that had been just sitting there. However, far from having been made more ready to be split, sitting there exposed to the elements had made the damned thing more spongey, and my wedge quickly sunk into the decomposing wood.
It was really no shock once I stopped to think about it. Problem was, I had done the stopping but not the thinking. I decided I was going to need to dig the wedge out by chopping away the wood around it, so I set to doing that.
It was an interesting science project, and I made some progress exposing the wedge. Soon I was so close that I actually nicked the exposed wedge with my maul. Not great, but not fatal. Much of the wedge was exposed so I decided to see if I could pull it out. I could not, try as I might.
I went back to chopping but felt a slight stinging sensation in my palm. A quick visual informed me that I had cut myself and was bleeding. Not profusely, but not trivially. My little adventure in wood splitting was, sadly, over for the day.
I went inside, cleaned the wound, applied direct pressure, elevated it, then put on a band-aid and made lunch. Before long Mary came home from her run and I told her of my little adventure. First thing she says is: "Was there any rust? When was your most recent tetanus shot?" Damn it, I thought, there she is again being right.
I looked online but couldn't find a record of my most recent booster.... The internet seemed to agree I needed a recent one.
Here we must back up. Soon after the election in November my cousin A -- a primary care physician in Cary -- emailed me and asked if I could ask our incoming governor if there was any way she could figure out whom to complain to about her lack of access to a database that keeps records of North Carolinians' immunizations. For some reason she couldn't access it and she was dependent on patients to update it themselves, never a good sign.
I didn't want to bother the governor so I asked his friend H, a healthcare lobbyist whose wife is a senior medical official for the state, if he knew anything about it. After a few days, he got back to me asking to be put in contact with A, he could get her access to the database. She was amazed and grateful.
So there I was on Saturday, trying to figure out how not to go to a doctor for a shot. I called A and told her about what had happed. "You need a tetanus booster less than 7 years old," she said with no hesitation, but then added though she didn't have one that all pharmacies did and this should be easily solved. Then she paused and said, "wait a minute, what's your birthday?" Then she looked me up in the immunization database and said, "you're good, your most recent booster was in November, 2021."
I went back to reading my book.