In article <cxO75UA6EV09E...@baradel.demon.co.uk>,
        The previous trip a tree fell on me(1). That hurt less than
having the fingers crushed, actually. After enough concussions head
injuries all seem to blur together. I don't camp anymore, though.

        That same emergency department twenty years later looked at a
leg wound a friend got tripping onto a upthrust root, commented that it
was the dirtiest wound they had ever seen and then prescribed -no-
antibiotics. Luckily doctors back here in civilization managed to save
the leg. It's nice to institutions keeping their traditions.

                                                James Nicoll

1: _Of course_ it was my fault. What, did you think trees lurk around
waiting to fall on me? I found a dead tree by a cliff and needing fire
wood decided to use its resonent frequency to snap the truck and send
to the rocks below, which in my plan would break it into little bits.
Key oversight: what happens if the tree breaks as I am pulling rather
than pushing? I'm not sure, actually, but the evidence suggests it fell
on me.
--
        "Repress the urge to sprout wings or self-ignite!...This man's an
Episcopalian!...They have definite views."

                                                Pibgorn Oct 31/02