Originally Posted by
Nathan Conner
Well, since I have a knack for stupidity, I'll explain about my first job at a cabinet shop. I tend to hurt myself, then...get mad...and hurt myself worse.
I didn't disappoint.
I was nailing face edging onto the fronts of about 80 plywood shelves, and was getting careless. Little 1.5" pin brads. I saw one shine through on the top - had hit a knot in the solid wood. I knew it would be work for me to fill, but kept going, tipping the nailer a bit so that if it hit again, it wouldn't shine through. Nope, it didn't! Instead, I held up my finger and admired the nail stuck through my knuckle joint on my index finger. With a "F$@%!!!" I threw the pin nailer, aiming for a wall.
Of course, we had all our triggers taped for speed.
The hose caught the edge of the work table, wrapped around the vice, and swung back at me..."Bam!" Right into my thigh. Well, of course!
So, I limp into the office with TWO nails in me. The boss, laughing, took out 2 $100 bills - one for each nail. He said I could keep the cash, and he'd take them out with vice grips, or I could drive myself (a manual VW, of all things) 20 miles to the ER and have them do it. I opted for the ER.
This reminds me of my "worst" accident, a few years later. I was working as a carpet layer, (yeah, couldn't cut it long in the cabinet business) and on a slow day was assigned with another guy to move some carpet shelving from one warehouse to another. Showed up, and started climbing around the shelving like a couple of monkeys with framing hammers. Carpet shelving is REALLY heavy big metal beams that have to be knocked out of their seats from below with a hefty sledge or a lotta muscle and a framing hammer.
You can see where this is going, can't ya?
So, I was working along side this guy, we were chatting, enjoying the work, and right then about 12' off the ground. I went to really whomp on one (I'm swinging up, remember, from my knees to about waist high to knock these guys loose) when I discover, to my joy, that he'd already knocked that particular joint loose! So, the hammer bounces off the bottom, and before I know what's happening, I've hit myself in the face with the hammer.
It's right above my right eye, right on the edge of the eye socket, and I immediately can't see because of the blood in my eye. I scream out some cuss word and launch the hammer as hard as I physically can to the far side of the warehouse.
So, the hammer throw causes me to lose my balance and fall the 12' to the concrete floor, knocking myself unconscious. Of course.
I wake up to my co-worker, laughing still, about 3 or 4 minutes later. He can't breathe because he's laughing so hard, but he finally gets out: "That was by far the funniest thing I've EVER seen!"
12 stitches in the face - it was fine. The concussion got me a few days in bed.
So the moral is, when (because it's going to happen) you hurt yourself, react calmly, and fix the problem. There's always time to cuss and moan later, after you're out of harm's way.