Wham Bam - Accident in Woods Friday Afternoon

The end result: no really serious injuries, and for that, I thank the Lords of Karma, or the benevolent invisible uncle spirits I sometimes feel are looking down upon me, and protecting me from more dire consequences of stupid actions.
I took off Friday afternoon in my truck to get a final load of oak firewood; fallen dead trees by side of road. A good-sized section of a tree was lying diagonally on a pretty steep slope. I climbed above it, and cut it in two with my chainsaw, leaving the upper section about 15 feet long, 2 feet in diameter. I put down my saw, climbed up above it, sat down, and started pushing with my feet to get it to roll down to the road for easier chainsawing. It started sliding and I shuffled over to the side of it on the steep bank. Suddenly, in one of those moments when time seems to stand still, yet things move at lightning speed, the log sprang loose, spun around and hit me in the face. It knocked me to the ground and I slid down the bank. It had hit me on the cheek and bloodied my face and nose, and I had a swelling and a cut on the back of my head. Luckily it didn't knock me out.
I drove the 3 miles to home, we called 911, and pretty soon there were six or so firefighters checking me out and cleaning the wounds. I was lucky, we all agreed. Two paramedics arrived, hooked me up to an IV solution, and took me to the emergency room at Marin General Hospital in their ambulance. Bottom line: x-rays and CAT scans showed no broken parts. By then my ribs were aching, and they asked if I'd like a shot of morphine. Would I? In about 30 minutes, rib pain was abating, and I was feeling puh-ritty good. Sister morphine.
I've been home a couple of days now, taking some pretty strong painkillers, sleeping a lot, and feeling better each morning. Swelling going down. Got a classic black eye. Man, I am so lucky. If the log had been a direct hit, instead of a glancing blow, or if any of a number of other things had gone differently…

And in the cosmic connection department: my friend Sun Ray Kelly, wildman builder from Washington, called the next day. On the same afternoon, he'd fallen off a log with a chainsaw running and cut into his foot. Turns out he's OK too, but out of circulation for a while. We talked about the forces looking over us, he sees them as spirits and thinks they spank us every once in a while, sparing us from more serious injury. The very day before this, I'd remarked to Lesley That SunRay was a kindred spirit and a brother.

SunRay, we gotta be more careful, I said.