meb3703

This will be long, hang with me, it's worth it....
A few years back I was building 2 cedar stripped canoes. I had ripped the cedar, and put the cove and bead on the strips. Each step consisited of running a piece of sand paper down the cove, cleaning the fuzz out of the cove. Well, I got a "sliver" of cedar, about the size of pencil lead, up under my thumbnail, exiting at the nuckle. Wife was out with the kids, I couldn't pull it out, so I wrapped it up with a bandage can continued working with just 9 fingers. A few hours later she showed up, we pulled the bandage off, and the thumb had swollen over the thumbnail....off the the minor ER room we went. Doc looked at it and determined he had to deaden the finger with a shot, this is where it gets "fun".
When he pulled my thumb back to open the joint in my palm, the room went to two small white dots, the pain exceeded my ability to control my actions....I took an offisive move to releive the pain, grabbing the doc on his most sensitive area. Yep right there in front of my wife and nurse. He established a new level of pain appreciation, and let go of my predicament, which allowed me to let go of his predicament, if you get my drift. We re-established the rules of giving and receiveing shots, I was strapped down to the gurney, he stood in an area unaccessable to my other hand, and the shot was administered, at which time I passed out.
Two years later, I took my daughter to the same minor ER, the same doctor was there, he kept loking at me and finally asked "Splinter?" I said "yep", my daughter said "That's a true story?" the doc said "yep", and the urban myth was substantiated...the nurses said they never beleived the other nurse, the doc said he has postitioned his body for every shot since, and to this day, I look at each woodworking expereince with an appreciation to the ounce of prevention saying when it comes to protecting my hands from splinters.