Bock Injured
Apr 22nd, 2009 | By Bock | Category: carpentryWhen you fire a nail through your finger, it hurts. There isn’t any other way to put this. It fucking hurts.
All right?
It’s fucking sore.
What exactly need I say about it?
When using machinery that involves high-velocity air-pressure-powered firing of steel projectiles into timber, we run the risk that we’ll fire a high-velocity projectile into a part of our body, and that’s precisely what happened this evening as I attempted to finish a small item of construction.
I thought I had the 30mm nails in the gun. I was sure I had the 30 mm nails in the fucking gun, which is why I felt so confident holding the two pieces of timber together.
What could possibly go wrong?
Well, one thing that could go wrong is this. You might not have the 30mm nails in the air-gun. You might instead have the 50mm nails and when you pull the trigger, you might just happen to drive a nail at high speed straight into the bone of your fucking finger.
Not great. Let me tell you this one more time.
Not great at all, having a high-speed nail driven into the bone of your finger.
Not good.
At all.
Ouch! Sounds painful. I’ll stick to injuring myself with a hammer the old fashioned way.
(Now you have ten fingers and eleven nails?)
Jesus, Bock, that sounds horrible. Did you get some sort of medical treatment? And painkillers?
I hope you get some sleep. You’d be suffering from shock as well as everything else. I hope it’s a wee bit better by morning.
At last, a blog entry…
Hey be careful…you could put somebody’s eye out with that thing?
I agree with Nora;
Jesus, Bock.
Still, I here that used to happen to Padre Pio all the time. He never did finish the papal bookshelf he was originaly ordained to build, but accidents with nail guns made him famous.
Feck!!
oh bock!!! am so sorry to hear what happened to your finger!
listen to nora, ok? her advice is spot on~
try to keep hand up, (toward ceiling) much as you can~ and ice would help too.
back in the ’70’s, i put a carpentry school together through a local community college.
had a student accidentally drive nail from nail gun through his wrist and attach to a 4 foot long 2X4. didn’t see it happen, but had to get another instructor to saw 2X4 short as possible on both ends in order to fit him in my car to take him to hospital. hope this makes you laugh…
Surprised there are no mis-spellings or typos – I’d have expected at least a few – it’s hard to type clearly when there’s a 2×4 hanging off your hand
I’d suggest that you stop reading my comments and go take care of the finger.
You’ll not do the fucker again, thats for sure.
Thanks for the kind thoughts. I think the finger will live.
a nail in your finger bone and still typing.
That’s determination!
Poor poor you, has to be so painful, hope you are well stocked as Nora advised on the antibiotics and painkillers.
If I can suggest an alternative route to run with the above, some homeopathic tratment for long term healing, Lycopodium for puncture wounds, and Hypericum for nerve end damage, both in a 30 potency from a health food shop or most chemists, it might help.
Take it easy anyway.
Norma — Thanks for the advice. I have no problem with herbal remedies, but you know my opinion on homeopathy. I think it’s nonsense.
So, did you confess, did you?
Did you say where you hid the drugs/money/guns/betting slips/deeds/body?
Did you say who done it?
Did you scream and swear it wasn’t you?
Did you beg?
Did you think of Pete Seeger, “…I’d hammer out danger, I’d hammer out a warning…”
Hope you’re feeling better.
As good a reason as any to leave this sort of thing to the professionals: )
Ah well look on the bright side at least you didn’t do this..http://tinyurl.com/clzyxf
Sorry bout your hand…
No probs Bock, get well soon
Sounds truly crucifying, Bock.
A return to the hammer method sounds on. Fuck me a bruised thumb sounds like a nettle sting compared to what you got.
Get well man and I hope you’ve immersed the offended digit with plenty of Uncle Arthurs revivifying potion by the internal mode.
Pffft…serves your right for using a nail gun you big blouse, instead of a hammer like a REAL man.
any chance of a photo of the finger…
Idiot
And I say that with the highest affection, Bock
OUch! It sounds awful. Do hope you’re coping. Glad to hear the finger will live. Try eating the soft ends off chicken bones (barbecued or spicy hotwings) – chew first- great for rebuilding with extra calcium.
Bock, OUCH!!! Do you need a nurse? Please be careful, as these dangerous devices can be be hazardous to your health, as you have discovered. Perhaps, you need to stay in the kitchen, where you are safe with with your culinary expertise, and weapons of cooking. Then hire out the construction jobs. Maybe you could barter, a delicious “Bock” meal in exchange for the carpentry work?
ffs…all the bleeding hearts…bock you know it, i know it…it was a stupid thing to do…get well soon tho!
Might I be correct in saying you will not be listening to the Carpenters Greatest Hits much in future?
Artyeva-With you there.Some photographic evidence please.
Get well soon Bock.
Never did like the sound of a nail gun followed by a ’shite, ooowww!’ Well, Bock, at least you didn’t double tap!
Had to pull a nail out of the finger of hubby’s friend once; needed pliers even….of course that beats the other friend who nailed his foot to the floor….
sorry had to chuckle at this one, Bock…but lest karma affect me, please know that I chuckle with you, not at you. Hope all is healed up soon.
x
Jesus, Bock.
Even he didn’t nail himself to the wood.
You have my sympathies, of course, but you should be up and about again in approximately three days, I believe.
I was out for my copy of Rolling Stone this morning.
shit sorry to hear that….mind yourself
That’ll teach you to write that Good Friday stuff, you old heretic.
You shouldn’t be so dismissive of the homeopathic stuff – given that the sale of hypericum is banned in Ireland, you could derive great satisfaction from buying it in a local outlet as a two-fingered gesture to the authorities.
Ian — Thanks for the good wishes. I hope my air-powered scourging machine doesn’t malfunction too.
I have no objection to herbal medicine, which is what hypericum is. My objection is to the homeopathy nonsense that claims water has a memory.
All the best Bock. Could have been worse. Could have been your penis, and you only have one of them (unless you have two? Think of the possibilities…Grainne Seoige AND Sile…mmmmm).
Jesus, I wasn’t building bondage furniture. Just an ordinary storage unit.
Storage unit, yeah sure, anyway since you mentioned water having memory it got me thinking and I thought you might like this from Tessa’s blog
http://www.nutsandmutton.com/2009/04/18/normal-service-will-be-resumed-shortly/
but an ordinary storage unit to store…?????
Bodies
oh, how dull and so overdone. I was hoping for something more exciting.
Now, if you were to store pyjama-clad personas non-gratis pending later removal, you may even get a reward for public service
Settle down, HGF! Given the phenomenon of All Day Pyjama Syndrome that inflicts a certain class round thee parts, you’d need an awful big storage box.
Well, I’ll come over and help make those big boxes; ya’ll are always teasin’ us that Americans like things “Big”!
And, I’ve learned some carpentry skills from working with the hubby that could be of good use…….you take the wooden tray, place on sawhorse, open beer bottles, place on tray, bring to men…
That’s why women were put on this earth: to bring beer to the men, and tidy up.
See? I appreciate women’s contribution. And to think they called me a misogynist!
Bock, darlin’, you too, Nick, sugah….a smart women strives to keep her man happy….so’ins he can keep on buildin’ her the things that she needs and wants built…. ;Dx
Bock,
and here I was hopin’ you were a missagether’pist
I’m a hit-and-miss sort of mystery guy, it seems, though my aim with a nail gun is fucking deadly
Bock, the Dead-Eye, Robber…
did it look something like this? (no blood, in mind for the faint-hearted)
http://img2.timeinc.net/toh/i/g/0807_nailgun/nail-gun-hand.jpg
hopefully, you have that someone special, Bock, to kiss and make it better…discounting the pooch of course!;)
Well, that’s sorted my “what to have for dinner” problem, as now I’m not hungry anymore…