February 17th, 2005

After 25 years of Darwinian manuevering, I finally got some rewards. No, not gene propagation, I mean a trophy of sorts. So at long last, my many tests of fate, adventures in stupidity, and careless neglect pay off with my first set of stitches. Funny thing is, I had my little mishap while trying to do the safe thing. The story goes a little something like so: On Wednesday, February 16th, 2005, I was in the shop at Zap Props where I work retrofitting a hostess stand that I built a couple days before to add a sliding shelf for a keyboard, a wider base with level platform and more storage for menus and kid's toys. Everything was going smoothly except for the fact that it's only 40 degrees in the shop, and I get poor circulation in my hands when it's cold, but otherwise, I was in an unusually chipper mood. Around 5pm, near the end of the day, I was ripping down a board on the table saw for the base trim. I pushed the board halfway through, thought to myself that I should do the safe thing and use the shoe to push it the rest of the way, so I turned my head to look for the shoe, and my left hand ventured a little too close to the blade... well, close enough for the blade to gouge through the tissue, kicking my hand back before it chipped bone (it may have hit bone, but nothing was chipped or broken). I finished cutting the wood, turned the saw off, ran into my boss on my way to the bathroom, told him that I cut myself pretty bad, and then went to clean it off. I was wearing vinyl gloves at the time because the stain hadn't completely dried from Monday (being 40 degrees and humid), so after taking those off, I was able to see the damage that was done, but more true would be that I felt the damage done seeing as how there was too much blood to actually see what was going on. My boss's wife, also technically my boss, used to be an RN, so she instructed me to keep running my thumb under water while she prepared the gauze before taking me to the ER. At this point, things started turning green. It's only the second time that's ever happened to me, the first was the one and only time I had blood drawn. That time, the nurse stuck the needle in with the exclamation, "Jeez, you're a squirter," filling two viles in just a few seconds, and draining my consciousness from me. It's actually a pretty cool feeling. It's very much like walking around while looking through a camcorder with a wide angle lens and a green filter. The floor looked like it was ten feet away, so I had to concentrate real hard on my feet to know if I was still standing. Well, that's all the fun parts of the story, the rest is just hospital nonsense, but check it out...

My boss took really good care of me, covered all the expenses, and even bought me a box of chocolate... probably why I've been in a great mood all day today, just high on quality chocolate. This of course happened the day after one of the greatest holidays of the year, Feb 15th, or cheap chocolate day. It ranks up there with Nov 1st and Dec 26th in stiff competition for the official title, but it wasn't a bad haul this year. Speaking of holidays, we had our v-day party here on the 11th, and it was out of control. There were over 500 people that showed up. We started turning everybody away after a while, it was just crazy. I played, it went well. I'm done talking. Maybe I'll finish this later, maybe not. There's more to talk about, but not right now.