|Forum topic by Don||posted 12-10-2009 03:09 PM||1457 views||0 times favorited||23 replies|
12-10-2009 03:09 PM
Well, I must say quite honestly that I never thought it would happen to me.
I’ll be the first one to admit I take safety seriously in the workshop. I wear ear and eye protection, a dust mask, have my DC going full blast. I keep fingers away from spinning blades and use push sticks when and where needed. That being said, I don’t use push sticks as often as I should, preferring to use my hands and fingers to control the wood.
This Tuesday, I did something so incredibly stupid, I’m almost embarrased to talk about it amongst my peers. I’m in the final stages of finishing a liquor/wine cabinet for a client and just have a few things left to do. Running the last few pieces of Cherry through to use as bottle holders and when I got to the last piece, my mind must have wandered for just a second and all the common sense I’ve used over the years went for a walk at a crucial moment.
As I ripped the last piece, for some reason which I still can’t fathom, I reached for the cut off piece, lying to the left of my blade while it was still powered on. As I reached for it, my brain must have finally realized the stupidity of what I was about to do, but a little too later. I introduced my right thumb to the power of a spinning Diablo blade and the result was as you might expect, the blade won the battle.
I must have a woodworking angel sitting on my shoulder for instead of trying to collect a piece of missing thumb, I was looking at a healthy chunk of skin and flesh carved out of the side of my thumb. I swore at myself and my stupidity, cursed my mind for wandering at a crucial moment and shut down the tablesaw, took off my ear protection, mask, shut down the DC and grabbed a couple of pieces of paper towel and applied pressure, afraid to look at what I had done to myself.
After a few moments, I carefully removed the paper towel and was pissed at the mess I had made of my thumb. A visit to the hospital, which I was sure would end with a skin graft, at the very least, ended 3 hours later with the doctor telling me how lucky I had been, no real damage was done.
So, in a few days, I will be back in the workshop, ready to finish up the project but I have ordered a Shark Guard for my tablesaw. The original blade guard had been taken off a long time ago as I found it more of a bother and hinderance, something that was installed to annoy me rather than protect me.
I’ve changed my mind…..
-- -- Don in Ottawa, http://www.donebydon.ca