ChrisR's post has me shaking my head. not too hard even..... ouch packing peanuts LOL funny stuff

thinking is what will get me killed:

LONG time ago MP; suicide call. Lieutenant tells me to do whatever I can to distract him. I walk in to an elevated housing with subject sitting immediately inside, double barrelled shotgun alongside him on the counter with his finger on the trigger, muzzle at my ear. put my two right hand fingers in the barrel and asked him to tell me what's bugging him.....
He laughed the whole way out of the apartment (in custody) pointing to me and saying THAT is the stupidest (expletive) I have ever seen....I can't believe she would do that! moral- stupid people get lucky too

playing firefighter: powdered metals facility. manganese reacts to water. explodes with water under pressure. 1 1/2 fire hoses start with 120 pounds on the knock down line. EARLY communications (no fancy stuff in the 70s) radio YES okay to enter NO hazardous
chief waits on my inspection (dry look, no hose. two men right outside door with charged line) I radio NO NO NO seeing through vapor (before flames)
and hold up my hand (stop) palm out. open door, first line man asks if I am okay, I nod yes and they hit the stream off the opposite wall. I am 100 pounds soaking wet and now i feel like an iron hit me in the face. must be
okay though, arms and legs work fine. wait, I should be feeling ground somewhere. Scott 2A air pack is embedded in the concrete cinder block wall about 50 feet back from doorway. men got laid low from the blast curl.
all okay. I haven't listened to a superior officer since.
retired from state service so my husband would NOT be my boss.

LOVE THE THUMB pics, very very funny. painful but funny

 

hehehe In '95 I got certified as an ANSI/OSHA Sfey inspector doing private inspections on cranes and heavy equipment.....

 

fell off the tire of my tractor while doing a pretrip jacked myself all up!

 

I have a few, most aren't that serious. One of the worst ones was one of the most recent ones. I was building the bumper support brackets for my little Cherokee, out of scrap 1/2" plate I had bought. Plasmacut the rough shape, laying out the holes to be plasma-gouged/cut, etc.. When a friend stops by the shop and says "My brother works at a trailer repair company, they have a hole puncher". Head out there, centerpunch the holes, turn the machine on. This thing sounded like one of the alien robots in War of the Worlds winding up. I'm standing about 25' from the holepuncher, girlfriend behind me. The guy positions the work, clamps it down, turns around, and pulls the string that starts the actual punching process. When I was close by, I noticed the bucket full of metal plugs that were pressed out, so I wasn't that worried being in line-of-sight of the punch. I was staring intently at where the punch was touching the plate, when, I see it sink down about 1/8" then nothing. BOOM. The die explodes in a cloud of tiny red sparks. I try looking away to my left when I feel it. A tiny sliver about 1/4" long embedded itself SIDEWAYS in my eyelid, just under my eyebrow, with the tip poking into my eye. When I pull it out, it pulls out lengthwise.. it was so hot it cooked my eyelid Few little holes here and there from the rest of the shrapnel, but thankfully the gf was fine. Before I left, ****** off I still had the plasmacut the holes.. the guy's like, where did you get this from? Turned out it was hardened steel from the cutting edge of a bulldozer blade, or something of the like. I'll see if I can find pictures.

*edit* Too lazy to resize
http://laredoperformance.com/die3.jpg
http://laredoperformance.com/die1.JPG

Doesn't look like much, but it had hit a nerve, because my left eyelid hangs towards the outside edge.

 

I could sit here and amaze everyone with my stupidity of my child years, but i dont feel like typing that much. I am sitting here with my foot in a huge plastic strapped up brace tho right now. Friday mourning i was getting out of my excavator to fuel it up and i had it parked on top a rocks and river sediment for a creek dredging job, and it was raining and muddy. I slipped off the track and landed on the rock rolling my right ankle over far enough i could see the tread of my boot as if it were up side down. I heard the crack and pop it made will the engine was still running. X rays showed a chip of the inside of my ankle about the size of a dime and a 1/4 inch thick. Not shure if anything is torn, have to go back to a specialist tuesday. It does feel a lot better today tho so hope im back to work soon.

 

yikes. you guys got me scared to go in my garage now.

i think i will wrap myself in bed pillows if i ever have to work with Chris...ouch...


i do wear ALL my protective gear, any chance i get, even cutting grass, i wear safety sunglasses & hearing protection (it's a few hours on the mower)

last week, making some aluminum plates for mounting the base sticker on a bike, i ALWAYs wear "mechanics" gloves since my hands are soft (office job)

sure enough, using the die grinder, sliced a hole in the glove and into finger.
kinda burned the skin & made a mess. but not much blood, just ugly. dang gloves were brand new, made me mad.

 

Hey I found a new photo of Chris and his recent safety improvements.

 

^^ LMAO

I was jacking the truck up the other day and need a block of wood so that the jack would reach the frame rail. Long story short block slipped jack shot out and pinned my thumb between the end of the handle and the car that was sitting next to my truck, my thumb looks similar to other in this thread.


Working with my boss, using our tractor at work I was on the forks standing on a pallet, he goes to lower me and some how hit the float part for the loader and the loader drops instantly tossing me off the pallet, broke my foot, sprained my ankle and my wrist and had a nice bump on my head from hitting a tree. I was back at work after going to the clinic in town.

 

Another welding one...
I and that same aforementioned buddy were building a big trailer, and he was grinding some stuff off some of the stock. A while later, I was half-sitting on the trailer frame, eating a sandwich. Bud grabs a sandwich, too, says "scoot, over, make some room". I scoot over to make some room, and I scoot over this little 1/4" razor sharp piece of slag from the grinding. Caught me just below the tighty-whitey line under the right butt-cheek. 17 stitches.

 

Not truck related, but I tripped in a hole my dog dug and broke a bone in my foot.

 

not the worst that ever happened to me, but probably the stupidest/funniest....

boiled some potstickers, and was really hungry, so I bit into them right away before poking them with a fork. a burst of reeeeeeeeeeeeeealllllly hot water shot up into my nose and effectively boiled the inside of my nose......awesome.

 

This didn't happen to me but I caused it, my brother and I were about 10 and 11 yrs old respectively. We had a large rectangular trampoline that we were using as a WWF ring. Well he charged me and jumped, I caught him and bodyslammed him down, his elbo caught one of the unprotected steel springs and it popped out of joint. He jumps up ready to come at me again, not even noticing the dislocated bone sticking up where his elbo is supposed to be (didn't break the skin, thank God) until I pointed it out to him. Then all **** broke loose and the crying and screeming began. Took him to the hospital and he had to have his arm in a sling for about a month.

This one is about my dumb***.
Was setting up a pinyata(?) for my daughter's birthday. Trying to hang a rope in a branch of a tree I didn't have a Monkey's fist or anything so I grabbed my handy Leatherman multi tool and tied a string to the eyelet of the blade. Well I tossed it up there a few times and just couldn't get the right spot. Well the last toss went right were I wanted it too but I was standing in the wad of string as it went over the branch, thus jerking the blade free. I stepped off the the string and the Leatherman comes down and I reach out, by pure habit, and catch the pointy end of the blade right in the middle of my palm. It fell from about 25' so it had some speed. It didn't go through my hand though, it hit right on one of the bones, kind of like it would if it had hit a piece of wood. It was a jarring hit that hurt like ****. No stitches needed just plenty of Motrin and Neosporin. Birthday party went as scheduled but my hand hurt like it was hit with a sledge hammer for a couple of days.

 

A lot of this stuff I just can't read. Makes me cringe.

I did something stupid today, was using my grinder to cut a nail off above my head.....usually I get close, then look away and do the cut when I don't have goggles, which is almost never. I didn't look away fast enough today and got a piece of the nail in my left eye. I tried to bat my eyes to get it out, but I could feel it about to start cutting my eye or the inside of my eyelid, it was a good sie piece. I immediately pulled on my lashes to get the lid off my eye and went to the sink and flushed it out. Luckily it worked, and I'm fine.

Same thing happened several years ago and I wasn't aware I didn't get it out, until later in the night I couldn't look at any type of light without my eye hurting. It was embedded in my eye and I had to get to the hospital to get it removed.

Also, last week I was shooting something together in the garage with my framing nailer and I shot too high, causing the nail to shoot through the corner of the wood and it bounced off of something and came back and brushed to top of my head. Happened fast, and so did the loading of my drawers afterwards.

 

found this thread on a search for "gun safe", not sure why...

it deserves a bump

I talked to they guy at the Naval Safety Center, and asked about re-posting the Navy Summary of Mishaps, and he said "do anything with it that saves ANYONE from being injured"

and that's a good idea, so here's an old one:

WELCOME TO THE LATEST EDITION OF THE
SUMMARY OF MISHAPS, IN WHICH SOME MORE FOLKS GET
OUTWITTED BY INANIMATE OBJECTS, AND SOME JUST OUTWIT
THEMSELVES.

A. AT 0600, A CIVILIAN COMPUTER SCIENTIST IN CALIFORNIA
WAS WALKING TO HIS BUILDING. TO FULLY GRASP THE FOLLOWING
EVENTS, A LITTLE EXPLANATION IS IN ORDER, AND THE MISHAP
REPORT WAS ADMIRABLY CLEAR. THE SIDEWALK WAS 4 FEET WIDE.
A TRUCK WAS PARKED ABOUT 8 FEET FROM THE ENTRANCE TO THE
BUILDING. THERE WAS A BIKE RACK ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE
SIDEWALK BETWEEN THE TRUCK AND BUILDING, LEAVING ABOUT A
2-FOOT CLEARANCE.
TELL YOU WHAT, WHY DON'T YOU FETCH SOME GRAPH PAPER, A
PENCIL AND A RULER, SO THAT YOU CAN SKETCH THE SCENE.
OK, LET'S CONTINUE, BECAUSE HERE'S WHERE IT GETS
INTERESTING. ACCORDING TO THE EMPLOYEE, THE LIGHT NEAR
THE ENTRY OF THE BUILDING "HAD NEVER WORKED RIGHT, AND
USUALLY FLICKERS RANDOMLY ON AND OFF." ON THIS MORNING,
HOWEVER, IT APPEARED TO BE STAYING ON, SO HE OPTED TO
WALK BETWEEN THE TRUCK AND BUILDING. THE LIGHT WENT OUT
AND HE TRIPPED OVER THE BIKE RACK, MAKING PAINFUL CONTACT
WITH FIRST HIS KNEE, THEN HIS STOMACH, AND FINALLY HIS
WRIST.
WE'RE GOING TO INSTALL THIS LIGHT AT THE SUMMARY OF
MISHAPS MUSEUM, JUST TO MAKE THE EXPERIENCE MORE
INTERACTIVE FOR ALL OF OUR SAFETY-CONSCIOUS VISITORS.


B. AND SPEAKING OF THE MUSEUM, OUR SECURITY OFFICER HAS
ACQUIRED AN IMPRESSIVE NEW PIECE OF HARDWARE TO BRANDISH
DURING HIS PATROLS. HERE'S HOW HE GOT IT.
SEEMS AN AIRMAN APPRENTICE FROM A CARRIER WAS ON
HOLIDAY LEAVE, CLEANING AN OLD .22 CALIBER PISTOL THAT
WAS SOMEWHAT OF A FAMILY HEIRLOOM. IT KEPT JAMMING, SO HE
TOOK IT OUT INTO A NEARBY FIELD TO FIRE A FEW ROUNDS. HE
BENT DOWN TO PICK UP THE SHELL CASINGS, STARTED TO DROP
THE WEAPON, TRIED TO GRAB IT, AND BUMPED THE TRIGGER. OF
COURSE THE PISTOL DIDN'T JAM RIGHT THEN, NO SIRREE BOB,
IT JUST PLUGGED HIM IN THE KNEE.
THE PISTOL WAS SO OLD THAT IT DIDN'T HAVE A SAFETY OR
A TRIGGER GUARD. IT DID HAVE WHAT THE REPORT CALLED
"SENTIMENTAL VALUE," HAVING BEEN PASSED DOWN FROM THE
SAILOR'S GRANDFATHER. IT ALSO HAD A PEARL HANDLE, WHICH
IS WHY HE WAS TRYING TO KEEP FROM DROPPING IT. NEEDLESS
TO SAY, HE DID DROP IT, AND THE HANDLE BROKE.
A SURGEON EXTRACTED THE ROUND. THE SAILOR SPENT A DAY
IN A HOSPITAL, MISSED A WEEK OF WORK, AND SPENT TWO WEEKS
ON LIMPDU. HE THEN GENEROUSLY DONATED THE PISTOL TO THE SUMMARY
OF MISHAPS MUSEUM, WHERE WE FULLY INTENDED TO DISPLAY IT,
UNTIL OUR AFOREMENTIONED SECURITY OFFICER (WE REFER TO
HIM AS A "DOOR RATTLER") TOOK A SHINE TO IT. BUT DON'T
WORRY, HE DOESN'T KEEP IT LOADED.

C. THE SUPER BOWL ISN'T ALWAYS A GREAT FOOTBALL GAME, BUT
WATCHING IT IS USUALLY A LOT OF FUN. THE KEY IS TO
SUCCESSFULLY PARK YOURSELF IN A CHAIR OR ON A COUCH IN
FRONT OF A TELEVISION. AFTER THAT, IT'S ALL GRAVY. IF THE
SCREEN IS HUGE AND THE SNACKS ARE YUMMY, SO MUCH THE
BETTER.

WHAT YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IS SOMETHING LIKE WHAT A
SEAMAN DID IN FLORIDA. THE REPORT EXPLAINED THAT HE WAS
STANDING IN LINE TO GET INTO A SPORTS BAR TO WATCH THE
SUPER BOWL. MUST HAVE BEEN A REALLY POPULAR SPORTS BAR,
OR ELSE IT HAD A CURIOUS SENSE OF WHEN TO OPEN. ANYWAY,
THE SEAMAN GOT BORED, AND ANOTHER GUY IN LINE HAD A
SKATEBOARD, AND YADA YADA YADA, THE SAILOR FELL OFF AND
SELF-INFLICTED A SURPRISING AMOUNT OF DAMAGE.

FIRST, HE "FELT HIS ELBOW POP OUT OF PLACE AND THEN
BACK IN." ALSO HIS INNARDS FELT SOMEWHAT DISARRANGED, SO
HE WENT TO A HOSPITAL WHERE HE WAS TREATED FOR A GROIN
PULL AND GIVEN A PAIR OF CRUTCHES. PRESUMABLY THE GAME
WAS ON THE TEEVEE IN THE WAITING ROOM, BUT THAT WOULD
HAVE BEEN SCANT CONSOLATION. TO MAKE MATTERS EVEN WORSE,
THE E.R. CALLED HIM BACK FOR MORE TESTS THE NEXT DAY, AND
DOCS FOUND THAT HE HAD BROKEN HIS HIP, WHICH RESULTED IN
SURGERY, EIGHT DAYS IN A HOSPITAL, A MONTH OFF WORK AND A
MONTH OF LIGHT DUTY.

 

Funny I just saw this....

Just today I was ripping a piece of plywood for my drawer bottoms and got a binder and the loose piece caught the blade and it angle jacked me in the you know where and not in one of the two potential areas you were just thinking, I'm talking the very end here, guys.

Fortunately, I was alone and after drying the tears and gaining stability I had a word with the good Lord that if He needed my attention He had it and had anything to say now was the time. Then after a moment of silence I thanked him for all my fingers and a tought pair of jeans!

I'm gonna be OK. Just a little sore....