So since I have so much time on my hands and I do enjoy writing so much I thought I'd tell you the story of the Missing Meat.
The Missing Meat
I was working in my shop two weeks ago making a floating shelf for a friend of Pam and mine. A floating shelf seems to have nothing supporting it on the wall from which It hangs, Thus "floating shelf". Now to complete this project You have to cut five pieces of wood and each corner is connected by a 45 degree angle at total of twelve 45 degree cuts.Now for those familiar with the art of using a table saw, mine is a right hand tilting arbour with a 10 inch blade and a 3 horse power motor. Since I had to make these cuts I had to put my fence on the opposite side of the blade than I usually work from. Almost like working left handed on a right had saw, but not quite.
As everyone know you use your safety equipment and one of the items is made to push the wood between the fence and the blade so as to not cut your hand off. Well I had a kick back and the push stick, as it is called, slipped and allowed my thumb to run by the blade. Now it depends on your definition of run by. What this means in my case is that the blade being set at a 45 degree angle sliced of the end of my thumb sending it to places unknown to this day, thus "The Missing Meat". The good news was at that angle it missed my thumb nail only removing a slice of meat. Not enough to make a sandwich, but enough to hurt and bleed like heck.
So the way it ended up there was not meat to stitch and it had to heal on its own keeping it clean and wrapped and some antibiotic gel. Oh yah a shot in the buttocks the next day from Susan my doctor.
Pam was not home at the time so I called where she was and asked our friend to tell her to come home as I cut the end of my thumb off. As you can imagine she made it home in a flash. The one question that stand out in my mind was when Pam asked where is the missing meat?
So family and friends I can't use my tools until my thumb heals. You can't imagine how often you use your thumbs in a day. Even to button my pants hurts. It makes me wonder .....If God made man to rule over the animals of the world, why did he give monkeys four thumbs and us only two? HUUUUUUMMMMM
The good news is I only use two fingers to type.
Have a blessed and safe day,
Jim
1 comment:
Hmm? somehow I missed this the other day. Well, as any of us Laverty craftsman have, I have been there. A couple of years ago I sliced the end of my finger almost off with a utility knife. Well okay, but the issue I still have today is that I said to myself just before I did it, 'Keith, you shouldn't cut from this position otherwise you will cut right across the end of your finger...' So is that predicting the future, or stupidity that I didn't listen to my own wisdomess self? Once Dad nailed his hand to a ridgepole, and all I could do was laugh, let me tell you the story on time. Then I can tell you about the time a 26" chef knife fell from the shelf and stuck into my hand...that's another good one. Gotta love these stories. We could play some Willie and Waylon, break out the Jack...and swap scars! Any takers?
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