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Some more:
At the same woodshop, i was showing a high-school kid we had working for us why you dont get directly behind the blade of a running saw. We were using a large belt-fed rip saw and using it to square up the sides of stair treads and i pointed past the blade, the rough edge of the piece of wood came flying back out of the saw at 200 mph and hit me in the arm. It wasnt very big, but it was long and ragged, and buried a 1/4 inch piece of wood the diatmeter or a thick toothpick got buried stright down into my arm.
It took me 15 minutes that night in the shower with a pair of tweezers to dig the wood out of the muscle on the underside of my arm. I still have a scar. I almost passed out and threw up a few times trying to get it out.
And now for the really fun one. i have a large table with no legs ptropped up against the wall (same shop. This is why i am a computer programmer now). i was breaking a big winder out of the clamps when i bumped the bottom of the table without realizing it.
60 lbs of sharp-edged wood slammed into my head. i never knew it was coming. The loudest sound in the world is something slamming into your head with great force. it knocked me on my ass from a kneeling position, but i never lost conciousness. It hurt worse than anything i have ever felt (yep, even worse than the hit in mr happy), and the skin split open enough that i could feel inside. Luckily, it didnt cut through the muscle or crack any bone.
I ended up calling 911 for myslef because no one else was in the shop at the time. I got bloo dall over the floor, and had soo much on my hands that they were stained for a couple of days. I completely soaked a wad of 10 paper towels.
When the EMTs showed up, i was carried out on a back board. They had a hard time because the shop was cluttered with equipment, and i was easily a head taller and 30 pounds heavier than the biggets one of them. i got 7 staples in my head, and to this day i have a 4 inch scar just above my hairline.
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