I saw this at the second hospital I worked at...a good facility, but not as good as my home base. I tolerated it for its occasional trauma (I'm a gore hound).
A man walks into the triage center (ouch). He's no stranger to us. He's been in nearly every weekend for over a month. He's been trying to build something in his back yard, and has failed miserably...hence his numerous trips to the E.R.
Past trips have been made up of several failed attempts to win a war with his nail gun. The nails seem to go everywhere but where he wants them to be. Mainly in his body.
So he comes in yet again, and this time he's outdone himself.
He limps in...having nailed his hand to a board to his leg. I'll spell it out for you...he put a board on his leg, shot the nail gun through it, and made a sandwich of the board and his leg. Yep, another war lost.
X-ray showed that the nail was just slightly embedded in his femur (thigh bone), and would have to be removed surgically. His wife and daughter were there (I guess they drove him), and informed him that if he didn't quit his weekend projects, they were going to leave him.
We never saw him again.
Moral: Don't fuck with a nail gun.
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