WELL, ACCIDENTS HAPPEN, DON'T THEY ?

This very old and quite valuable farmer's chest,
hand crafted and hand painted was placed outside
with the cover opened, in order to get some fresh air into it
and make it smell good again.

This is the old fashioned iron locking device.

I came from the garden to go into my studio,
when I slipped and fell.
My left elbow knocked off the lid support,
my left wrist, palm down, came to rest exactly on top of the iron lock.
The heavy lid came down upon my hand and drove it
into the lock. Numbed I lifted the lid off my hand.
For a moment I sat there, not believing the gaping look of my wrist,
or the puddle of blood which formed very quickly.
At the top of my voice I called for Christin.
She came at once, applied a tournique and called our neighbouring doctor.
He hooked me onto an infusion, and bandaged my arm.
An ambulance was called which took me, sirens blaring, to the hospital.
The operating doctor told me that I was a very lucky man:
The iron prong missed my artery by the width of a hair.

So, I sit here typing this with one hand.

What did the man say? "Accidents will happen."