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Well... it's a painful kinda funny. It seems my Dad has decided to NOT be my guardian angel after all.
The day I decided to drive back to Montreal, I went down into my Dad's workshop to see if there were any tools I could take. I found a couple of small things and took note of the skill saw and the dremel, but I wouldn't take them until my mum has had a chance to decide what she wants to do with the rest of it.
As I was walking out of the workshop, I stubbed the small toe of my left foot against the table saw. Much cursing and smarting followed, but I managed to make it back up stairs. I stub my toes often on things, so the pain usually subsides about 30 minutes later. But 6 hours later, my little toe is still hurting.
I figure this means I've broken it. My mum says there's no point in going to the hospital for it because there's nothing to be done, so I'm just trying to be careful with it now. But I've got to wonder if that wasn't my Dad's way to say "BARELY DEAD A WEEK AND YOU'RE GOING THROUGH MY THINGS?!? GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WORKSHOP!"
The day I decided to drive back to Montreal, I went down into my Dad's workshop to see if there were any tools I could take. I found a couple of small things and took note of the skill saw and the dremel, but I wouldn't take them until my mum has had a chance to decide what she wants to do with the rest of it.
As I was walking out of the workshop, I stubbed the small toe of my left foot against the table saw. Much cursing and smarting followed, but I managed to make it back up stairs. I stub my toes often on things, so the pain usually subsides about 30 minutes later. But 6 hours later, my little toe is still hurting.
I figure this means I've broken it. My mum says there's no point in going to the hospital for it because there's nothing to be done, so I'm just trying to be careful with it now. But I've got to wonder if that wasn't my Dad's way to say "BARELY DEAD A WEEK AND YOU'RE GOING THROUGH MY THINGS?!? GET THE HECK OUT OF MY WORKSHOP!"
