|Forum topic by Keith Sonefelt||posted 05-26-2015 06:30 AM||629 views||0 times favorited||6 replies|
05-26-2015 06:30 AM
I know most of you don’t know me that well, but I want to tell ya’ll a little story about me.
Back in January, I, being almost 45 years old, was dumbfounded to find out I had of all things, a flippin appendicitis. I thought it was just my fat butt had over did it on the new years food. I being the stubborn one, went to work thinking it would pass. 4 hours later I’m in the ER and the Doc says, “oh, it’s just an appendicitis”. JUST!!! REALLY!!! I’d rather have 12 kidney stones, the gout and a rusty nail in my eye. 3 hours later, I’m in recovery with 3 incisions, a shaved belly and IV’s. I recovered in less than 2 weeks, thankfully. I said all that to say this.
I thought everything was fine….um no sir!! Doc calls and tells me my blood work is all whacked out. “we’re going to send you to a “specialist” to find out what’s going on. Well a few days later, I get a call telling me I have an appointment with a highly know Oncologist in my area. A WHAT??? Well here we go, the “C” word comes to mind. My first visit was uneventful, just some blood work and a complete exam. Then the waiting game begins. Every two weeks I’m there visiting the “vampires”. Then he decides I need further test. “Oh crap”!! He tells me he’s going to schedule me for a bone marrow aspiration. Well the fool in me ask the Doc, “exactly what all does that involve”? you guessed it, he told me in great detail what was going to happen and just EXACTLY how painful it is. (ever see a grown man cry)
Another waiting game, and he says everything was clear, but blood work was still screwed up and my lymph nodes were “enlarged”. Oh great!! Under the knife I go AGAIN. May the 1st. D day, and I’m flippin scared to death. the 3 days I waited for the results were the longest days of my life. My visit to the Doc is going to change my life, no matter what the results were.
Doc walks in, and I’m sweating, shaking, and a basket case in general. His first words were “Not Guilty”. Ummmm OK, does that mean I do or do not have, well the “C” word. He then proceeds to tell me that there are absolutely no signs what so ever of it. So, what caused all these issues. Wait for it!!
Apparently my body does not like aluminum that is in antiperspirant and deodorant!! WTH??? He tells me its an easy cure…just don’t use it!! Oh heck no. I’m not a small framed fella and I sweat like a fool, even in the dead of winter. His other option was to find a non aluminum deodorant. Guess what this ol boy went in search of!!
Moral to all this, we never know what things will do to our body. Working with wood, finishes, glues, and the list goes on, guys we’ve gotta protect ourselves. I’m a different man in the shop now. I come from an “old school” way of thinking. Ah, who needs that stuff, it just gets in the way! WE need it. WE have got to protect our selves, lungs, eyes, ears, skin, EVERYTHING.
This could possibly go in the workshop safety forum, but I figured I’d put it here first.
Protect yourselves guys!
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