Hmm, I have a worrying number of these.
- Undiagnosed broken bones, check.
- Welding splatter in the ear, check.
- Finger between cog and chain. Although I did have a derailleur which might have made it easier. Check.
- Hot fat fryer. Again slightly different, mine was Pims with ice cubes slipped over in the kitchen. Chucked a litre of Pims into a deep fat fryer, but check.
Just remembered another. As a kid, I was running down stairs, tripped, and ran headlong towards a full-length glass door. Put my hands either side of the frame to stop me, which almost worked but I had butted the glass pane with the top of my head. Fortunately, it was treated glass, so it shattered into lots of little squares. This happened as a teenager, and I was still picking bits of glass out of my head when I was 25
I've seen the clinical photos, and bloody f******g hell that is bad.
I would hope that he is at least now very, very rich.
My own little 'Accident' outwith the dozen or so stitches i've in one hand from knife injuries,and oh yeah 2 stab wounds to the leg while working as a butcher, was when i just left school at 15
I think school couldn't wait to be rid of me for being a bit of a renegade and i went from there to college to do a basic engineering course
I was put in charge of a metal planing machine -- I think they call it a 'Shaping machine'(and engineers here should be familiar with this thing.
Anyway. For some reason i didnt get a small hand brush to brush off shavings and swarf(is it called swarf) which if left can jam things up and damage whatever you are working on.
So when the blade went back i flicked shavings off with my hand.
Mistimed it didn't I 🤣 caught my left index finger between the blade and -well i dont know, but something that isnt stopped by human fleshing bits.
Result- sliced through from the top of the nail to the first joint at an angle and it took 24 stitches to reattach. Took months to heal and even now 40 years down it aches in cold weather and the nail is basically the end of the finger with no fleshy bit in front of it like a normal digit.
I got the blame for it. Parents were uninterested(i mean after 15 years of me, im not really surprised now at that attitude 🤣 , but it is what it is and if truth be told they were lied to and the details of the accident itself were not discussed.
Basically you've got a dozen nutters aged 15 left to work on these machines, and lathes too, and we should have had a stores guy, the lecturer and an assistant watching us at all times.
Only they werent and we were alone because ... they all had card school going and werent in the workshop but down the corridor in a different workshop.
Of course the noise i made brought them running.
You can see why they basically just blamed me, implied i shouldn't have been using it, which was bollocks. They set the damn thing up initially and left me to run it. 1/2 hour instruction if that, and conveniently left out the part about the card school and the fact we were totally unsupervised.
Had mum/dad been more diligent, maybe asked other students what happened and found out the facts there would be a slew of sackings and possibly much compensation, HSE involvement. inquiries etc etc.
These days I work with woodworking machines that have the potential to amputate bits, but my attitude since then has been focused entirely on safety practices. I wont approach a machine without knowing whats what. clean area around it. how you stand to feed them etc.
And it could have been much worse. I could have lost half a hand.
Aged 17, I used a forklift to climb up a rack to retrieve some wood sheets. After coming down, I was standing on the seat area, using my foot on the lever to drop the forks. This, being in the early 80's when H+S didn't exist, meant there was no cage on the truck, so I was resting one hand on the mast. The two parts of the mast came together as the forks hit the floor, trapping my hand like a giant pair of blunt scissors.
The result was, the middle part of my middle finger was snapped (with a 1/4 inch gap) and the skin was peeled back like an over ripe banana, leaving my finger like this (no gore)
I only lost the ability to straighten it, due to the tendon on the top being destroyed, it still moves and grips just fine. And, truth be told, it probably had certain advantages over the years
First day of Cornish holiday in 2012 my then 4 year old son jumped into my lap through the Sunday Times that I happened to be reading, and landed knees first in my gentleman’s vegetable. Hurt like a bastard at the time, but I thought they were just stunned rather than squashed.
Anyway, 24 hours later, I was filling up the car at Morrissons petrol station, Bodmin, when the pain hit me with such force that I bent double, hit my head on the roof of the car, and knocked myself out.
Car abandoned in Bodmin. Wife and two small kids in a taxi to our accommodation in Looe. Me blue lighted to hospital in Truro to have things scanned and pushed back into place.
Put a wheel back on my Mini 1275GT many years ago, tightened all the wheel nuts, then spun the wheel around, trapping my fingers between the tyre and the subframe and partially ripped off a fingernail. I went inside to rinse it under some cold water, and promptly fainted, falling through a pane of glass in a multi-pane door. My mum came to see what had happened and found me laid flat out, body inside the house, head outside, with my neck nestled on the door frame amongst the broken glass. How I survived that without a serious injury I will never know.
Both my finger and neck hurt like hell for some time afterwards.
Ummm, too many but here's a few
Stuck my finger into the spinning rotor of a disc brake. The wheel bounced back and I thought I'd got away with one, until I took the latex glove off. Cleanly sliced through the finger nail.
Bike in the workstand and I'm trying to get the crank bolt undone by pushing down on the allen key and crank. The seatpost slipped, all my weight rammed the chainring down into my thigh, just above the knee.
Fitting an arris rail to a fence post that I'd housed out, just a touch snug. Picked up my 3lb club hammer to tap it in (above head height for context). Trip to A&E with a split thumb and had stitches through the thumb nail.
Showing off on holiday, shinned up a wooden telegraph pole to show I could do it. Sliding down, a splinter of pole went through my trousers, pants and ball sack. Had to climb back up to remove myself from the hook, then carry on sliding down. Stitches in the ball sack!
I'm a great example of **** about and find out!
This whole thread is a top trumps of things that make your stomach turn and close your legs in a protective manner. Each post seems to make me wince more than the last. Big mistake opening up the forum when having lunch 🤢
Ummm, too many but here's a few
Stuck my finger into the spinning rotor of a disc brake. The wheel bounced back and I thought I'd got away with one, until I took the latex glove off. Cleanly sliced through the finger nail.Bike in the workstand and I'm trying to get the crank bolt undone by pushing down on the allen key and crank. The seatpost slipped, all my weight rammed the chainring down into my thigh, just above the knee.
Fitting an arris rail to a fence post that I'd housed out, just a touch snug. Picked up my 3lb club hammer to tap it in (above head height for context). Trip to A&E with a split thumb and had stitches through the thumb nail.
Showing off on holiday, shinned up a wooden telegraph pole to show I could do it. Sliding down, a splinter of pole went through my trousers, pants and ball sack. Had to climb back up to remove myself from the hook, then carry on sliding down. Stitches in the ball sack!
I'm a great example of **** about and find out!
😲 you are the new WCA
Levering the headcloth clips out of my old Landrover 90 to fit some wires behind it with a longish flathead screwdriver, slipped and stuck the screwdriver into my eye. It somehow managed to slide between my eyeball and the socket, but was a wee bit sore for a while.
This isn’t me, although I have done it, but one of my friends at my archery club showed me a good example of bad instruction from a few years back, when she wasn’t told to wear a bracer on the inside of her forearm, in case the bowstring hits your arm…
Having done it once, though nowhere near as bad, I winced. 😖
Levering the headcloth clips out of my old Landrover 90 to fit some wires behind it with a longish flathead screwdriver, slipped and stuck the screwdriver into my eye. It somehow managed to slide between my eyeball and the socket, but was a wee bit sore for a while.
nasty. I had someone’s finger do that in a line out once. Lost sight in my right eye. Went off to find the local GP but it was race day in Market Rasen so he was in the jockeys area on hand for them. I ended up wandering around in a rugby kit among the jockeys trying to find him. Quite surreal. Sight recovered after a few days but for years afterwards if I went from dark to light I’d get a weird flashing in that eye.
Blowing raspberries on #1 son's tummy. He, giggling, stuck his finger into my eye.
You know how thin and sharp a baby's nail is?
I had to then drive into the sun Eastbound on the M56 to get to work that day. Not easy with an extremely painful heavily watering eye.
Eventually finished work for the day and headed to A&E for some eye drops.
The gruff, 50s-ish staff nurse who dealt with me said his nail had cut through only about 1-2 layers of eye skin (whatever - apparently there are more?) and I should man up.
He told me about a guy who had the same thing happened, but the kid cut deeper. Chap turned up at A&E back in the 80s when the doors weren't automatic, and he needed to walk down a corridor with double swinging doors.
As his eye was leaking and he was in a lot of pain, chap couldn't see very well and walked along with one hand covering damaged eye and the other hand held out in front of him... and a set of double doors closed on his outstretched fingers breaking four of them.
Not in the same league - apart from leading on the stupidity side
When I was a kid my dad used to let me cut the grass (flymo FTW !!) and the hedge with an early-gen reciprocating trimmer. Young me could see that it would obviously be safe to rest my finger tip on the upper half of the blade and press the trigger.
They had quite a "kick", those older models
Couldn't let on to my dad, so I refitted the dangling fingertip using a couple of elastoplasts and got on with life. It did graft back on and you can't really see the difference unless you look hard or if it gets cold, when the tip goes bluey-white. No feeling in that part, of course
10/10 as a learning experience
Bloke I used to work with had a perfect 2mm diameter round scar on one of his ankles, on the opposite side there was a ragged star shaped exit wound. He had stepped over a trailing wire with a pneumatic nail gun in has hand and touched pressure plate with his ankle, shot the nail straight through.
This is what happened to a work colleague, who stuck his hand into a hydraulic bearing press (car hub press).
This pic was taken several weeks after it happened. The end segment of his thumb was broken in three places, and came out the width and thickness of a 50p piece. (the nail dropped off soon after)
Ironically, I was on a safety rep course when it happened. So technically, it didn't happen on my watch
Ahh, so thats why they told me not to place my other hand in front of the chisel ...
Not in the same league - apart from leading on the stupidity side
When I was a kid my dad used to let me cut the grass (flymo FTW !!) and the hedge with an early-gen reciprocating trimmer. Young me could see that it would obviously be safe to rest my finger tip on the upper half of the blade and press the trigger.
They had quite a "kick", those older models
Couldn't let on to my dad, so I refitted the dangling fingertip using a couple of elastoplasts and got on with life. It did graft back on and you can't really see the difference unless you look hard or if it gets cold, when the tip goes bluey-white. No feeling in that part, of course
10/10 as a learning experience
I'd like to see a photo of you and WCA in the same room. Just to be sure.
I've been thinking of getting a wood chipper or something to make some bigger garden jobs a bit more manageable to clean up, but having read this thread it's putting me off a bit!
I got electrocuted when I was about 12. My Grandad was known for his "interesting" bodges. I was helping him with something in the garden and he asked me to pass him the extension lead. Grabbed the plug and everything felt very fizzy, that's the only way I can describe it! Turns out he had a bodged extension lead which had a plug on either side (god knows why or how he planned on using this), this was already plugged into the live mains on the other end. It was only a few seconds but I'm still wary of touching plugs now.
