Mercy, that shore did hurt a mite. Didn't knock the wind out of me but took it away if you know what I mean. Doubled over with my back now to the table saw trying to breath while I feel like someone has stuck a branding iron in my side. All I can do is exclaim shit shit shit over and over until finally the pain subsides enough that I remember how to breath. Afraid to look at my ribs, I stagger off looking for the piece of oak that was on my saw a short while ago. I have a recollection of it flying past my head as it bounced off my side. After finding it I take a look at my ribs. A four inch break in the skin, but suprisingly little blood. Something that hurts that much you would think demanded at least a pint of blood. Glad I was wearing a light jacket over my tee shirt. Going to be one hell of a bruise. Going to have to figure out how to hide it from my wife as she will worry from now on whenever I'm using tools if she sees it. Looks like her idiot husband will be sleeping in tee shirts for a while. This was never going to happen to me. It only happens to unsafe knuckleheads and 99.9 percent of the time I am very careful. Well, that .1 percent caught up with me. Won't say what I did but was just trying to save some time by not having to go get the proper tool for the job at hand. I am grateful. Grateful there isn't a piece of wood impaled in me. Grateful it didn't hit my face (my face is my fortune you know) or it didn't blind me. It is clear God protects fools. Gentlemen I stand before all to tell you that it takes 100 percent, not 99.9 percent safe tool use. When it happens, it happens fast. You can't dodge it It's already over by the time you realize something bad just happened. Jeez, it's gonna hurt tomorrow when I move and those kitchen cabinet doors are demanding to be finished. Lets be careful out there. Mike in Arkansas who came close to being Mike in the ER or worse.
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17 years ago