More Destruction

I got to start the week off right by destroying the homeowner’s living room. I grabbed my trusty sledge and crowbar and went to town forcefully removing the fireplace, a couple of closets, and the entertainment center.

As we were killing a wall, I was trying to pull off the metal corner bead underneath the drywall. Somewhere along the way, it had got a break in it and developed a razor sharp metal edge protruding that I wasn’t aware of. My hand eventually slipped, jamming firmly into the jagged chunk of metal.

I was left with a half-inch gash, about a quarter of an inch deep on the meaty part of my hand, just below the thumb. It was a bleeder; just wouldn’t stop. After performing my usual technique of wiping the blood on the front of my shirt, I ended up looking like I had taken a shotgun blast to my chest. I had blood everywhere.

The cut eventually stopped bleeding, and I sucked it up and continued my path of destruction with the vigor of a newfound hatred for the item that just gashed my hand propelling me forward.

We ended up with a huge pile of debris that needed to be trucked outside to the dumpster. The FNG and I got about halfway through cleaning it when the dumpster was packed to its limits. The rest of the removal would have to happen at another time. I weighed in at 168 pounds this evening.