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Ouch ! ! ! How come you didn't pull it out yourself?
rs ,
Your so darn sympathetic , I do like your $15 solution .
the timing of this thread is funny because just the other day I was wondering if we had a big splinter true story contest , exactly how big would the biggies be .
About a year ago I was ripping boards on the TS when I felt a sharp twang in my right and pushing hand . I did not take my eyes off the engaged board but felt the twang , I sort of changed my grip and noticed my hand did not seem to bend . The splinter about an 1 1/2" long was in my palm like a sewing needle some under the skin and part out of the skin , that's why my hand would not bend . I calmly went for my splinter tweezers and pulled / tugged it out . It was a clean puncture , hardly bled .I wanted to take a picture of it for Guinness book of splinter records ,ha !
dusty , the splinter magnet
While not technically a splinter, when I was a kid, I stepped, barefooted, on a round toothpick that had fallen on the carpet sharp end up. Went clean through my foot about 1" back from my toes. My dad pulled it out with pliers -- took some pretty firm pulling. I limped for a couple of days from that one.
Mike HennessyPittsburgh, PA
Dusty,
Funny you should bring this up....
In the late 70's I worked with a carpenter for several years who was quite a bit older than me. He had been through World War II, and had participated in the huge building boom that immediately followed the war.
One day in the early 50's, he told me, he was helping to off-load some yellow pine floor joists from the back of a truck. A guy was up in the truck shooting them down to him, and he was reaching his hands up to catch them as they came rattling down.
He reached up and, with the back of his hand, caught the end of a large, jagged splinter that was protruding from one side of the board. The splinter went in there and, - ready for this? - came out at the back of his elbow.
He was taken to a doctor, and the doctor used a pair of needle nose pliers to remove the splinter. "Just jerked it right out!" The doctor them poured alcohol into the bigger wound in the back of his hand and it ran out through the smaller hole in his elbow.
My friend said he was back at work the next day. Employment was so precarious then that you never took any time off if you could help it. Otherwise you'd be replaced by the next guy standing in line. He had a wife and children at home, and they needed to be taken care of by the wages he earned as a carpenter.
His story really made an impression on me. And, after going green around the gills for a while after contemplating what a splinter that size would feel like, I took my job a lot more seriously after that.
Zolton If you see a possum running around in here, kill it. It's not a pet. - Jackie Moon
Zolton , You win ! ouch !
dusty
Dusty,
Here is the winner. Of course we must now apply the same treatment to him, should he pay us a visit one night in his guise as Count Drakoolah!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlad_III_Dracula
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Lataxe
Stop I can't take it anymore, this is worse than a prostate exam.
Go,
I had four nice nurseys for mine and found it all quite exciting, especially when the little beast proved healthy. I may cry wolf so they will have me in again!
But this thread is careening out of control now so we must return to the subject of spelks. The ones I dislike most are the tiny buggers that go septic. The worst are fom kerewan, a coarse timber used in construction and outdoor thangs. It has got me more than once. I hate pus.
Lataxe.
Judging by some of the accidents around here, we should've just sent woodworking equipment over to Iraq.
Campaign Promise: "Bring the tablesaws home by Christmas"
Edited 3/27/2008 1:50 pm ET by blewcrowe
I got one too! although it was from a pneumatic stapler!
I was installing vapor barrier in a guys attic, I had just put the stapler up on a rafter reached up and pop I couldn't move the index finger on my left hand.
I slowly descended the latter and perused the damage. A short trip to the hospital later and the nasty 16mm staple was removed! needless to say I'll never use a non safety type pneumatic stapler again (really old model) if I can help it, and now I'm really really cautious too!
a good lesson to learn cheaply (no permanent damage!)
ChaimMake your own mistakes not someone elses, this is a good way to be original !
You know, I think someone had a thread going of ratings how well these staples hold. You've still got nine fingers left. Maybe we could do some comparisons of machines.
"You've still got nine fingers left"
correction thank G-d I've still got 10 fingers left but only nine of them I (through dumb luck?) haven't damaged by mistake!
ChaimMake your own mistakes not someone elses, this is a good way to be original !
Save the tools, just send Hillary! 'tween her and Bill ...............
Regards,Bob @ Kidderville Acres
A Woodworkers mind should be the sharpest tool in the shop!
I dunno. I've heard that Bill is pretty nice. But I hear her stares are cold enough to freeze a brushfire in Southern California.
Don't forget about wenge in the rough. Need some of those chainlink shark gloves.
Technically not a splinter per se: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas_Gage
-Steve
OUCH !
Oldusty,
Besides being a woodworker I'm also a firefighter. Some time ago, I recieved a page for a medical emergency at a cabinet shop 2 blocks from my home. A split in a piece of hardwood was forcibly ejected from a table saw. The splinter entered the fellows hand between the index and middle finger and exited just to the right of the elbow joint, with about 3 inches protruding from each end. Fortunately, no permanent damage. The splinted was removed surgically.
Needless to say, it made an impression. I'm very careful around my tablesaw.
YOW WEE !
Now that is a splinter story
d
That hurts.
How about I pay you $300 to change the subject? (:>
-nazard
Sorry about your thumb. Last week I was using the TS and a vertical jig to cut some poplar. Near the end of the cut, the piece shattered into a large piece and a splinter. Since I was standing to the side, the large piece bounced past me. The splinter hit me in the chest and stuck in my shirt. No blood but it sure was a shock. Size? About 4" long and about the dia of a toothpick. The thing that scared me the most was the LOUD bang when the wood shattered. Maybe the hand plane fans have something going for them. :-)
Don't worry. The check is in the mail....
I've been working with some Leopardwood. Incredbile amount of tiny tiny razor like splinters. Pass within ten feet of this wood and they split off the wood and rocket at you like invisible heat seaking missiles. Takes two weeks to dig some of the suckers out, after which, you're left with scars. Now having scars can have its advantages, but they're not big enough to impress a potential date.
Would you cover up that dang Leopardwood!?
Some just flew past me up here in NH. :>)
Regards,Bob @ Kidderville Acres
A Woodworkers mind should be the sharpest tool in the shop!
Wine & Blew,
"Now she’s just plane scary".
If that woman has scared your planes you must ask yourselves: are my planes little wimps, despite their manly look of black&brass or even cherry&gleam? If you find them to be all mouth and no trousrs (via the Hilly test) then I will step forward and mention: Marcou!
Can you imagine a nasty stare phasing such a plane, with its weight, aplomb and ability to smooth the ruffle of even a spelky, reverse-grain item such as Her? Why no, man! It will soon have her coo-ing and fondling its tote, not to mention the front handle, which I cannot give its correct nomenclature in ths context for fear of shocking sensitive woodworkers (typically makers of gadrooned things - those droons are to cover over the suggestive parts, higher up the furniture body. But I digress).
Lataxe, Marcou herdsman.
Lataxe,
Ah but perhaps scary sharp mebbe?
Certainly not a smoother; a fore or plough (Billy)? A heavily cambered scrubber but I think more likely a bullnose or chisel.
Regards,
Bob @ Kidderville Acres
A Woodworkers mind should be the sharpest tool in the shop!
Edited 3/28/2008 7:37 am ET by KiddervilleAcres
Edited 3/28/2008 7:38 am ET by KiddervilleAcres
Bob,
I noticed you made two edits to that rude post concerning Pillary, which can only mean that the original was scurrilous beyond belief! Please post it again and do not allow your imagination to be bridled, saddled, whipped into line or otherwise made devoid of the stuff we want to read.
You will only be banned from Knots for one or possiby 4 years; and the lawsuit from the Cs will surely be won .... eventually (are you rich)?
Lataxe, a rabble rouser (you bein' the rabble).
PS I have no interest in your strange "politics" (being from the civilised world aross the sea) but perhaps you may induce some in me by denigrating the Other Side now. From here they all look like Ghengis Khan on one of his nice days. How is it that men in white coats have not taken them off to a safe place, where they may be weaned off the angel dust?
La ,
You seem to have a morbid curiosity for the Clintons , your not alone
He may wear the pants in the family , but she tells him which ones have stains on them , doh !
dusty , maker of designer kindling
I had one.. I went to the local clinic.. Very young woman doctor.. She was pretty so I relaxed a bit.. I tried that vice grip thing and I broke off the LARGE sliver! I could not get to ANY END OF IT!
To make a long story short.. She poked a prodded for about a hour as it seemed at the time.. I told her to CUT IT OUT! She said I cannot do that! I said you have hurt me for what seems hours CUT IT OUT.. I had to put my signature on a form that said what I wanted! DAMN!
I'm sure she meant well! After it was all over I asked her for the form I just put my John Henry on.. She asked why? I said you forgot to give me any pain killer! She started to cry!.. Damn doctors!
OK, so she save me, with a bit of trial! I'm sure she will be a great Doctor with a few more folks like be that don't get too upset!
This bring back memories. This happened to one of my goofy high school friends. May be we were all a bit goofy back then I guess.We were at the corner hanging around waiting for everyone to meet up. Kenny was interested the new girl who moved in to the neighborhood.
Most corners have telephone poles, this corner was no exception. He thought he could shinny up the pole to get a peek at her bed room window, about four houses away.After a while he was now tired, carefully lowering himself he lost his grip and slid down about 4-5 feet. He screamed. He was still holding on but he was 5 feet of the ground.
Of coarse we were hurting from laughter. On the way down he was stabbed with a mega splinter, I'm sure it was large enough to support his body weight. Ironically, on the back side of the pole was a fire alarm box. We pulled it. Now we have a guy under each foot supporting Kenny on their shoulders when the police and fire dept. arrive. The cop orders Kenny "get the hell off there" "I can't I'm stuck to the pole" I suppose the firemen think he's stuck to the with some kind of pole preservative. There all laughing. We explain to the fire men what happened and they swing into action. In all the tree dept. and the power company, fire, ambulance and police are on the scene.
Of coarse with all the activity neighbors are gathering. Mrs. McCarthy yells to Kenny from the opposite corner, "Kenny dear, if your hungry, I can can go home and make you a sandwich, what kind do you like" Kenny has been on the pole about an hour. They are finally able to saw him free. Surgery, a week in the hospital. Do nothing for another month or so.Like a good sports man he makes the most of it, Kenny had his trophy mounted, it hung on this bedroom wall all through high school. Some kids from school would make a pilgrimage just to see it. I guess is was kinda cool back then. From that day on, he was the biggest chick magnet around, they carried his books, lunch, did his home work for him! In college he perfected the story bout how it happened. But we never heard the story againThis past Christmas we assembled as many of the neighborhood guys and their families that were available. Kenny flew in with his family from Florida. Let me just say this, he was asked to tell the pole story. With microphone in hand ( we rented a small hall, 160 guests) he started. It was the funniest thing I ever heard, funnier than any comic could tell it. His granddaughter said later, The stitch pattern from the surgery looks like a great big zipper.I'm glad some body asked.I forwarded this on to Kenny and he said I left out the funny stuff.So.... the power company had to replace the pole because of the rescue damage. So the city sent him a bill for a new pole. ambulance, medical bills hospital stay.He said not many people know this next part outside his immediate family. He wound up marring the girl who he was spying on in the pole. I guess this was when Vietnam was happening and we were in different parts of the world. During the divorce he slipped in the story. every one in the court room was on the floor laughing. All except his now, ex wife. She said this was just another reason for divorcing him he was such a jerk, Ken said, the injury was her fault in the first place and it's a cool story. I know there were other reasons for the the big D but .......................... I guess you had to be there.Writing this brought back some other stupid things we did. There funny now, but you would kill your kids if you caught them doing them now.enjoy
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