Creative Way of Injuring Myself on Friday 13th

[Smudger]

I managed a really creative injury today. I was grinding a plane iron on a Start Rite 24" horizontal oilstone at school. The guide was a bit loose so I was holding it from underneath to steady it (note the clear thinking going on).

Of course it fell off, so I had a few pounds of cast iron pressing the backs of my fingers to the wheel. Which didn't stop because the machine dates to 1956 and health and safety had never been heard of and the switch is somewhere round the side and about a foot above ground level. By the time I got my finger out it had neatly ground through the middle of my fingernail...

Not serious but bluddy annoying! Especially as I then cut another finger picking up the guide and newly ground iron.

Do I believe in Friday 13th? I think I might!

 

[woodbloke]

Smudger - did something very similar on the Tormek a while back, the edge of the wheel almost ground thru' one of my finger nails.....tingled a bit :shock: - Rob

 

[Slim]

My god, if its not someone slicing through a tendon in their finger with a bandsaw, its someone grinding through their finger nail.

I might have to change to a safer hobby, like base jumping or lion taming. :wink:

 

[Smudger]

Well, I'll certainly keep my fingers out from under in future...

Somewhat mollified by finding Record 03 and a Sorby gouge to refurb at the local old tool shop this morning, £13 the pair. Give me something to do in the holidays.

 

[Steve Maskery]

I once did something very similar. I've told this story before, so stop me if you've already heard it...

I was changing the configuration of a Clifton 311 when I dropped it. I, too, have a concrete floor and I, too, didn't want to damage the plane so I caught it by trapping it between my hand and the bench. The nose was off so the blade was bare and when I opened my hand the world turned red and I could see the inside of my hand.

My mate Brian took me to A&E where there was a 5hr wait, so I rang my wife whose Surgery is just over the road from the hospital. I told what I'd done and her medical opinion was summed up in the word, "Plonker". Could she help me, no she could not, I'd just have to wait like everyone else.

However, half an hour later she turned up to collect me. She trains GPs and her current Registrar had already had a career in medicine which had involved quite a bit of surgery and he very kindly offered to sew me up, which he did very expertly, the scar is almost invisible.

I never expected to be grateful for the services of a gynaecologist.

 

[mel]

nice one steve . good story

 

[Smudger]

I think 'plonker' was one of the things I was called, too. Amongst others.