finger rippin' good!!
okays, yo. I am one TRAUMATISED little Elf...
Today and work Bobby ripped the end of his finger off...it popped off at the last knuckle, so he's still got two thirds of a finger (middle, right hand). We found the tip, complete with the bone still in it, still inside his glove wrapped in the drill.
OMG, I saw BONES and THINGS and BITS THAT SHOULD STAY INSIDE AND NOT BE SEEEEEEEEEN EVER ::shudders::
There wasn't much blood, because it literally ripped off. But the shiny bone end was....eeeeewwww.
I was ok at first, helping out and sorting Bob's removal to the hozza, but afterwards I apparently went white...I think those of us picking up the pieces (literally) were more in shock than Bobby!!
They couldn't re-attach it, so he's less of a man than he was this morning. He's got to go have it all prettied up at another hospital tomorrow (I think).
And he was gonna retire in June...::sends hugs to Bob::
It was just a simple accident, could have happened to anyone. But really...the image of the bone, plus the random third of a finger, complete with nail and bone...will stay with me for a whiles. I don't want to see bones again.
It did start LOTS of bad jokes about fingers though...mainly 'Well the boss had better not tell him to pull his finger out!' Gah.
We're all now convinced the drill is jinxed and no-one's touched it yet. ::shudders:: I will NEVER wear riggers whilst drilling againuntil i forget I said that
In other news, they took the plastic sheets off our scaffold today, so we now have a view again!!!
EDIT:
As the trauma fades I remember amusing things...
1. As Boots drives Bob to hospital Bob yells
"STOP!"
Boots jams the brakes on..."What??" (Thinking Bob's dropped the finger-end or something)
Bob: "I need some fags!"
Boots: "What?? We've got to get you to hopsital!"
Bob: "I can't fucking roll one with no fucking fingers, can I! I need some readymades.
Bwahahaha, so Boots stops and buys some fags, cos Bob is right, he can't smoke rollies without being able to roll them! Bob is now moaning that it'll cost him loads in readymades.
2. Work phone Bob's missus (who he hates, and who hates him...the perfect couple!) And say "Missus Bob, Bobby's gone to hospital, we don't know if he'll need to stay there."
Missus B: "What's he done?"
Work: "Got his hand caught in a drill and ripped the end of his finger totally off, bone and all."
MB: "Well if he's fucking stupid enough to put his hand in a drill then I'm not fucking wasting my time at no bloody hospital. Tell him he can make his own way home..."
OMG, fell the LURVE...hee! ::shakes head::
Today and work Bobby ripped the end of his finger off...it popped off at the last knuckle, so he's still got two thirds of a finger (middle, right hand). We found the tip, complete with the bone still in it, still inside his glove wrapped in the drill.
OMG, I saw BONES and THINGS and BITS THAT SHOULD STAY INSIDE AND NOT BE SEEEEEEEEEN EVER ::shudders::
There wasn't much blood, because it literally ripped off. But the shiny bone end was....eeeeewwww.
I was ok at first, helping out and sorting Bob's removal to the hozza, but afterwards I apparently went white...I think those of us picking up the pieces (literally) were more in shock than Bobby!!
They couldn't re-attach it, so he's less of a man than he was this morning. He's got to go have it all prettied up at another hospital tomorrow (I think).
And he was gonna retire in June...::sends hugs to Bob::
It was just a simple accident, could have happened to anyone. But really...the image of the bone, plus the random third of a finger, complete with nail and bone...will stay with me for a whiles. I don't want to see bones again.
It did start LOTS of bad jokes about fingers though...mainly 'Well the boss had better not tell him to pull his finger out!' Gah.
We're all now convinced the drill is jinxed and no-one's touched it yet. ::shudders:: I will NEVER wear riggers whilst drilling again
In other news, they took the plastic sheets off our scaffold today, so we now have a view again!!!
EDIT:
As the trauma fades I remember amusing things...
1. As Boots drives Bob to hospital Bob yells
"STOP!"
Boots jams the brakes on..."What??" (Thinking Bob's dropped the finger-end or something)
Bob: "I need some fags!"
Boots: "What?? We've got to get you to hopsital!"
Bob: "I can't fucking roll one with no fucking fingers, can I! I need some readymades.
Bwahahaha, so Boots stops and buys some fags, cos Bob is right, he can't smoke rollies without being able to roll them! Bob is now moaning that it'll cost him loads in readymades.
2. Work phone Bob's missus (who he hates, and who hates him...the perfect couple!) And say "Missus Bob, Bobby's gone to hospital, we don't know if he'll need to stay there."
Missus B: "What's he done?"
Work: "Got his hand caught in a drill and ripped the end of his finger totally off, bone and all."
MB: "Well if he's fucking stupid enough to put his hand in a drill then I'm not fucking wasting my time at no bloody hospital. Tell him he can make his own way home..."
OMG, fell the LURVE...hee! ::shakes head::