I found myself with a couple of free hours today and wanted to clean up the shop a bit. With school starting, my father in law sick and the wife planning a few trips back to Louisiana, time in the forseeable future is at a premium. After doing a little clean up I decided to start working on a box for an award dinner I host every year. Had it all planned out using some oak and maple I’ve been gathering. Nothing complicated, butt joints, and a liitle trim, no sweat. Got the sides done and cutting a piece birch ply for the bottom. Got it to a managable size just a little trimmimg, 1/4” sr so should do it. And then it happened, done it a hundred times but this time it got me. I reached over a pulled the left over bit away from the blade. Thump and I knew it wouldnt be pretty.
Here is where Cabmaker is saying “told you so”, as it was not long ago he and I were discussing this very issue in detail. I will be building a nail style push stick as soon as doc clears me to go back to the shop. A zero clearance insert won’t be far behind.
After a quick trip to the ER, and getting fussed at by my wife for interupting school supply shopping, I am able to think about a couple things:
You should not tell your wife what you think the bill will be based on how it compares to the tool you’ve been wanting – Oh man, for what this is going to cost I could have bought the planer I’ve been eyeing
When asking your neighbor for a ride to the ER it’s polite to cover your wound with some kind of rag – I grabbed one out of my staining rag box.
Whatching videos of the woodwhisperer while the Physician’s Assistant stitches you up will have them question you’re sanity. Although one of the Dr’s did ask for the website so he could check it out at home.
Never call a Physician’s Assistant a nurse, they dont like it
I’ve always been a big fan of getting back on the horse that threw you, so as soon as I came home I went to the shop and turned on the saw. I just listened at first, then put my hand on the table (way away from the blade). I have to admit there was a second of uneasyness, then as I felt the hum, and imagined what that power can build, I smiled and turned it off.
In a way I’m OK with this little injury, my dad lost finger and almost lost the thumb to a bandsaw. This is minor compared to that and will serve as a cautionary tale for the rest of my life.
If I ramble off at all is because the vicadin is beginning to kick in. Thanks for reading
-- The basis for optimism is shear terror