Back in 2009, when we purchased our house we had about a month of overlap between apartment living and living at home. The first project, besides removing the old carpet and hideously tiled mantle and window sills, was to put in a new counter/kitchen sink/disposal/dishwasher/clothes washer/dryer and move some cabinets to the garage so that the washer/dryer and refrigerator could be moved to open up the kitchen.
In the process, one big lesson, that I knew but wasn’t really thinking about, was that most plumbing has vents that move vertically (mostly unseen) up the walls, through the attic, and out the roof. And in being repeatedly reminded of that big lesson, I really learned a major lesson that I also knew: again though, I wasn’t too acutely focused on it.
The major lesson was SAFETY. And by that I mean safety beyond the obvious precautions one should take like wearing safety glasses, hearing protection, and respirator/face masks. I mean always keeping at the forefront of your mind,
If I do X, then what might happen?
Hopefully the next time you start reefing on something you’ll remember what happened to me when I decided to go to town with a flat 12” prybar while crouched inside a lower cabinet. The stitches (14 of them) were small but sure didn’t feel so hot getting put in. Really, this was the worst part of it all. But I was very lucky. For a few seconds when it first happened I wasn’t too sure if I had all my teeth. And it could have easily been an eye. Not shown is the blood that was all over my mouth and chin and shirt.
Funny story: the day this happened, I was telling Kelly to quit asking me if I was alright after every time I blurted out (frequently) an explitive while trying to will some inanimate object. Well, about 2 pm that day I don’t think there was an explitive but I was definitely letting Kelly know I wasn’t OK.
It’s good to have a buddy. You’re the best Kelly.
Edit from Kelly: we were working on different things in the house, so every time Matt cursed about something going wrong, I would yell, “Are you OK?” Finally he said he’d tell me if he was hurt. Later that same day, he called out, “Now I really am hurt.” When I came into the kitchen, Matt’s hand was covering his mouth and there was a lot of blood. Fortunately it turned out not nearly as bad as it looked.