Started out the morning early to travel to meet up with the District Health Inspector. He explained how the test hole yesterday went really bad. He said the soil was C1 or C2 but would need to be tested because the lower of the two would require a 50% larger drain field, up to 1,500 sp/ft. He even speculated that it could come back “unsuitable” and that maybe we shouldn’t list our house yet. I am so irritated. If it fluctuated that much from our original test hole, surely a hole in another location could be better. Why jump to “unsuitable”?
With house pictures tomorrow we are in a mad rush to finish all interior and exterior projects. We mowed, trimmed, and got dad’s truck towed to our new lot, finishing up the yard maintenance. When I was unscrewing a metal bracket in the laundry room, just before the last screw finished coming out, the drill slipped from the head of the screw plunging my left hand into the loose bracket. I clutched my hand and peered into the gaping hole in my knuckle. So stupid! Kim refused to try to stitch it so off to urgent care where they agreed stitches were necessary. I’m good at stitching up our dogs so I was really curious if I could have done it myself. I had no way reasonable way of stitching with only one hand, but I was still curious whether or not I could handle the pain, so I opted for no numbing shots. The flushing of the wound wasn’t painful until the third 60ml syringe. Not unbearable, but the tissue felt like it was waking back up. The stitches quickly followed and I was relieved the pain wasn’t excessive as she trimmed the third and final stitch.
The house is almost complete and we should be able to barely wrap it up in the morning before the realtor and photographer arrive.