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The sad part of this story is I was sober
New years eve 1999
Waiting to take part in the festivities my wife and her sidekick had planned
Y’know dinner, rock n roll, dancing, listening to half-wits shoot guns in the air
I’d just bought a bed liner for my pick-up
The line had slots to insert 2x4, 6, 12, whatever to divide the bed
Pulled the truck around back by my work bench
Got out a 2x12
Got out a 25’ tape
Measured the required slot’s width
Got out a “Skill” worm drive saw
Started the cut
As the two pieces started to part…
For some reason I chose to grab for the falling part, not jump out of harms way…
In an instant the saw fell across my left fore arm opening a jagged 4’ slot in the arm
Cutting veins, arteries, nerves
Id disobeyed all the rules given me by my 12th grade shop teacher, Mr. Borchers as in
While operating dangerous machines
Never wear long sleeves
Never work above your belly-button
Never let the “butt” part be more than one foot in length, without a support under it
Never try to save anything, let it fall
Yelled to my wife, “Honey I need a red towel, and we need to go to the ER”
Stupid ER guy nurse, but “GREAT, GREAT, GREAT ER surgeon”
Went to dinner
Went dancing [for a while]
Listened to fools shoot guns at 2000
