I always joke about safety coming in 2nd place to having a wicked pissah time. Today that caught up with me.
This morning I was milling down 2x stoch to 1" thickness on my table top jointer. I got lazy and started to pull the pieces thru instead of push them thru.
When I went to pull a board my hand slipped off the piece of wood and my jointer decided to take the top of my left middle finger off.
I'm home alone as my wife is visiting her mother. After pacing around a bit, I sat down, lit a cigarette and bled while dreading the ER. I didn't even look at my finger until after my cigarette. I didn't want to know how bad it was.
I got myself together (my house looks like a murder scene), light wrapped the hanging chunk of beef in paper towels and spent 3 hours there while they sowed my finger back together. It was the entire pad, didn't catch bone (I don't think).
Moral of this story. Don't smoke! It's bad for you.
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And these aren't the good pictures.