Re: Going to be out of commission for a little while
Tim Allen would be proud of us. [img]<<GRAEMLIN_URL>>/grin.gif[/img]
Thankfully I've never glued my forehead down to a table, fallen several stories into a port-a-potty or dropped an I beam on a `55 Nomad, but I've managed to bork myself up pretty well several times over the years.
Just off the top of my head (figuratively speaking, thankfully in this instance), aside from raking the skin off of my thumb today...
-Burnt myself making Christmas dinner last month when the roast I was preparing to sear in a screaming-hot skillet slipped from the tongs, splashing smoking-hot oil up on my left forearm. I'm gonn'a have a nice scar from that one.
-Filleting my left thumb several months ago with a razor sharp gasket scraper (made from an old hardened steel paint scraper, i.e. no flex whatsoever) while aggressively trying to scrape a petrified throttle body gasket from the bottom of a Holley main body. That was one of those moments when that little voice inside your head goes <span style="font-style: italic">"hey, dumbass...you probably shouldn't be doing this like that"</span> approximately one nano-second before the tool slips, whereupon you find yourself scrambling for a towel that's at least somewhat clean enough to use to contain the bleeding.
I used electrical tape on that one.
-Managed to lose a pinky nail from a freak hacksaw accident...and it didn't involve cutting it off. The part I was cutting abruptly dropped onto the workbench the instant the cut was complete, smashing my finger under it.
-I've managed to lose <span style="font-weight: bold">both</span> of my big toenails in two separate incidents.!
-1) Went to toss a deflated space saver tire into a pile of parts to be scrapped. The wheel/tire takes a bounce off the edge of the tire and comes straight back at me, the bead edge of the wheel landing squarely on my left big toe. As if that wasn't graceful enough, 2) it was only a year or so later when I made the mistake of kicking a small cardboard box that I <span style="font-style: italic">thought</span> was empty across the driveway. It wasn't empty...it contained one used motor mount from a `76 Chevy truck.
-This happened 15+ years ago, but while wheeling a 428 Pontiac engine on a stand across the garage, one of the wheels caught a pebble on the floor. The engine & stand started to go over and was heading straight for the pristine drivers side quarter on a `66 LeMans. In a moment of sheer stupidity I swung around to grab the engine to prevent it from hitting the car...as I did so, one leg of the engine stand flew up in the air and caught me inside my right thigh directly adjacent to my yarbles.
Somehow I managed to keep the engine off the car <span style="font-style: italic">and</span> the floor, but I guaranfreakin'tee I'll never try that again.
One day I'm gonn'a wise up and take up a safer occupation.
Maybe I'll become a florist. [img]<<GRAEMLIN_URL>>/smirk.gif[/img]
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