Well... I've given my blood, my sweat, and today, my tears to this beast. All the proper sacrafices have been made - the bus gods should be pleased and all should be well from here on out!
I wanted to tear up the rest of the flooring today after work since it was so nice and cool outside. Since I don't own a crowbar, I decided to use the mattock I found in the garage to help wedge up the more stubborn pieces. It worked like a charm.... until the last piece!
Every other piece of wood I pried up offered some decent resistance, so I was expecting more of the same for the last piece. But Nooooo. It wanted to Jump Right Out and join its brethren piled in the middle of the isle!
So I wedged the mattock under the board...*heaved upward... it jumped... I fell... onto the wood... which slammed down on the mattock... and was promptly stopped by the side of my nose!
I didn't know whether to pass out, cry, or just stand like a pole-axed fool. So I did what seemed the most sensible thing... picked up my tools, locked up the bus, and made it most of the way to my porch before collapsing in angry pain. Luckily, a neighbor saw me and took me to the hospital.
Good news... I didn't kill myself! WOO HOO! The x-rays even show nothing is broken - though lord knows how THAT's possible when I've a great dent in the side of my nose now. Bad news... I will probably have a raging headache for the next several days.
Considering how much worse it could have been, I'll live with a few days of pain.