|Forum topic by Steve Kreins||posted 02-16-2014 07:17 AM||1407 views||0 times favorited||19 replies|
02-16-2014 07:17 AM
Well, I have a confession to make. After writing a blog entry about Safety Concerns, I didn’t include A CLEAN WORK SPACE! I write a blog about Woodworking As Therapy since I have liver cancer. It’s been wonderful therapy so I decided to share some safety tips in a post titled SAFETY BEFORE THERAPY. I really should have included, Keep Your Space Clean!
I do a lot of my cutting, sanding and finishing in my covered patio next to my shop. In the past few days I’ve let sawdust, wood chips, pieces of cut off lumber and tools accumulate on the concrete slab around my portable work bench. In other words, I wasn’t keeping my work space clean after each session!
I went out this afternoon, legs a little weak, vision a little blurred from the medicine I’m taking for one of the side effects of chemo, and generally foggy headed. The next thing I know I’m flying threw the air, coffee cup in hand as usual and nothing to grab onto to break my fall. I’ve lost a lot of weight, about 30 pounds, but I’m still pushing 260. I hit a rough concrete lip at terminal velocity and landed on my right elbow. You know that thing they call the funny bone. IT’S NOT AT ALL FUNNY!!!!!
Now my problems were just getting started. Because of the chemo my legs are very weak and I couldn’t get up. Nobody was home and I didn’t have my cell phone on me. (Bad Idea) Because of the chemo my platelet count is really low so I bleed easily and profusely. My elbow is bleeding like a stuck pig, I can’t get up, I can’t call for help and I need to put something on the elbow to control the bleeding. The only thing I can see within reach (yes, I wasn’t thinking that I could have ripped my shirt and made a dressing), is a rag that I had used earlier to stand a piece I’m working on.
As the blood starts to pool around me I have to do something so I grab the stain soaked rag and make a pressure bandage for my elbow. I knew all that combat experience in Vietnam would come in handy someday. I now have a mahogany colored elbow. I’m thinking about finishing it with a few coats of spar varnish.
After about ten minutes I realize I’m in serious trouble. Not from the bleeding or a bruise on my hip, but from what my wife is going to do when she gets home and finds me laying there. It could mean the end of my woodworking or solitary confinement when she’s not there to supervise me.
This motivated me to give it every ounce of strength I could muster and I crawled to where I could grab my table saw and pulled myself up.
Lesson I learned…................ #1 Safety Rule, KEEP THAT WORK AREA CLEAN AT ALL TIMES DUMMY!
By the way, yes I prayed while I was laying there, “Dear Lord Jesus, please get me a bigger guardian angel that can hold me up.”
-- I thank God for everything, especially all of you!