My wife tells me I should worry less. She tells me that it doesn’t matter what the forecast says. But next Thursday is a high of 26 and a low of 11, I remind her. She says that isn’t important. That “things will take care of themselves, because that’s always what happens”. What sort of thing is that to say? It’s cold today and it’s going to be colder next Thursday and there are still 11% of my piers left in that nearly frozen water. This morning the new guy slipped on an icy plank and smashed his hip against a rusted bolt. His waders tore and the bolt cut into his leg and now he’s worried about tetanus and so am I. I have no choice but to worry, because I need this new guy to work tomorrow and then again on Sunday because next Thursday it’s going to be too late. Don’t worry so much, she chides. That’s easy for her to say, because she’s not a pier guy.
I hope your pier guy goes promptly to an urgent care clinic and gets a tetanus shot. Needs to happen within 24 hours of the injury. On the rest, your wife is right. You can only control so much.