You're real lucky to have a finger left Apricottripper coz jointers make real good hamburger mince.
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You're real lucky to have a finger left Apricottripper coz jointers make real good hamburger mince.
Yep! Not by a wood working machine though. caught between 6 meters of 150mm cast iron waterpipe and a rock.( dh on the other end let go to soon) You're right about the nerves in the end of your fingertips. Was bloody thankful when the anesthetic took affect.
I stacked my motorcycle 2 years ago, dumb overtaking on double white lines.
ankle fractured 2 places, 4 screws. fractured femur (upper leg) titanium pin (called a nail in the medical world) and 2 x 80mm screws. pelvisd fractured in 3 places. lots of morphine and 6 months off work.:(:(
Fortunately for me my only serious injury didn't involve power tools, only a drunken Kiwi with a machete. After 15 odd years and still no feeling in that foot I don't expect any improvement. That's not to say the workshop's been accident free; but none have really done more than inconvenience me and/or hurt my pride. Oh... and none have been repeated. I do learn, given sufficient reason. ;)
eg. I tried my hand at welding and melted my watch-band into my wrist when changing electrodes. Now I don't weld barefoot. :o
Soldering can be fun too, especially if you knock the iron off the bench w/out noticing. Until I smelt burning meat and looked down (like I said, no feeling in one foot) I didn't realise that I was standing on the beast. Errrmmm... barefoot again, of course!
Another time I had to drill a 1/2" hole in 3/4" cast iron plate. Too big to fit on the drill press, I used my 1200W power drill. The bit snagged and broke, the jagged end running across the knuckles of my left hand. No tendons cut, but the hand still looks like it belongs on a street-fighter.
Or using a nailgun to attach a fascia; my left hand wrapped around the carcase & the thumb holding the fascia. I really should've double-checked which brads were in the gun instead of trusting to memory... nailing your hand to the carcase is not a good way to learn you were wrong.
I won't bother to recount the events like having the belt-sander try to climb my leg, or the flying dead-knot when ripping pine that stole an unknown amount of time from my day, or the spokeshave that was really a kneeshave, or...
I take great care in the obvious places, like around my power saws, jointer, thicknesser, etc. I've got great respect for the things which whirr and roar and generally announce they'd love nothing better than to have a piece of me. It's the little things that actually manage to sneak in and bite me. [sigh]