
... or our first trip back to Hobart!
It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and having farewelled our first guests, Jodie and I were heading down to the beach to take some photos of our wonderful view.
"I have an idea", said I. "Why don't I chop some firewood for our next guests?!" Jodie agreed, and I set to work, with Jodie on the camera to mark the momentus occassion [Cameron doing some [more] physical labour].
Chopping some kindling enthusiastically, bordering on unbridled enthusiasm, a piece of wood shattered and sent a large chunk hurtling into my face. As I stumbled back toward the house, blood dripping between my fingers, I managed to gasp to Jodie... "It's bad... take a photo!!!!".
Jodie quickly took control of the situation [without taking the photo], assessed the wound, and sat me down with a towel for pressure. Jodie called our good friend Barry, to see where one goes in a small country town following a medical emergency... to find that the only doctor was conducting his fortnightly weekend clinic, 45 minutes drive up the coast.
We walked over to the the nearby nursing home, to Casualty, and a friendly nurse assesed the damage, and relayed her findings via telephone to said Doctor. The advice was to drive to Hobart for treatment, in order to save my beautiful 28 year old smile [the Doctor seriously asked how old I was to make this determination... "he'll need a good smile"].
Jodie rushed me to Hobart Private Hospital, where I was looked after very well... Here is the time line of the accident.
1300 | damaged self while chopping firewood |
1310 | Jodie finally receives advice that there is a nurse in town to assess the damage |
1320 | Assessed at Mayfield Nursing Home |
1334 | Jodie chauffeurs me to Hobart |
1504 | Heading over the Tasman bridge into Hobart [90 minutes later - no speeding] |
1510 | Jodie drops me off at Hobart Private [and parks car] |
1519 | Getting attended to by a nurse [who chastises me for not cleaning the wound] |
1524 | Jodie is back, and per instructions snaps a photo of me in the ER |
1540 | Doctor Andrew is here! Administers painful local, stitches me up - "easy fixed" |
1600 | Leave ER, pay bill [worth every cent] |
1615 | Shopping! Don't want to waste a trip to the big smoke! |
1500 | Driving back to Swansea |
1645 | Arrive back in Swansea, in the dark, safe and sound - stopping only for a few wallabies |
I've posted some photos of the event in a web album, here [or by clicking the title of the post]. I've posted them there, mainly because they are a little bloody. Take a look at your own risk.

So, all in all, an eventful day. Jodie and I had been discussing the logistics of getting back to Hobart, and making the trip worth our while. Lots of shopping for toiletries in bulk, appointments and business meetings left, right and centre, with a car full of goodies. As it turns our, one can nip back to Hobart in a flash if it's important enough.
I'd like to see a master card ad go something like this:
Trailer load of wood - $180
Axe - $60
Lost small business productivity due to one partner injured and the other nursing - $
Tank of petrol - $60
Private Emergency visit - $125
Being the first partner in jBErg to get a scar in Schouten House [on work time no less] - priceless!