Al

It's amazing how your life can change in the blink of an eye, or in this case, the pointed edge of a coffin.
We took a coffin delivery this morning and unfortunately they had been stacked wrong. I bent down to move one and stood up under the edge of a coffin.
I have never seen blood spurt so far. Turns out I had nicked an artery in my head.
My mate called the paramedics because blood was streaming down my face. Being an ex medic I told my mate what to do ,before I ended up in a heap on the floor. I then lay on the floor and waited for the ambulance guy to arrive.
Apart from a dressing and pressure to stop bleeding, I managed to get away without stitches which is great as my head is scarred enough already with other accidents. In my first year of the Army in Northern Ireland we had to put on a pantomime for the troops. I played sneezy, one of the seven dwarfs which is odd as I am 5 foot 11 inches tall? Anyway after a long day of rehearsals someone shouted to get off the stage before they called another walk through. I ran and jumped and hit my head on the door. Blood everywhere and loads of stitches. the next time was when I was an Engineer and walked past a sheet metal guillotine. The guy who was pulling down the metal handle did not see me and the iron handle went down on my head. He thought it strange the metal had not cut and brought it down again on my head which was still in the same place. So now you know why my middle name is lucky. Actually what with all the scars, the top of my bonce looks like a map of the inner ring road in Nottingham??