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Sep. 28th, 2005 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essayelA month since I last posted - w00t! that means that nothing momentous had happened.
Now, you can start to worry because me breaking my silence means I'm going to whine.
Well tough - I don't normally but I've been upset and frightened and want to vent. If you want pretty flowers and bunnies don't look behind the cut, okay?
Ok there's this 92 foot ketch called the STS Cymru moored in Cardiff harbour and the owners have been requesting assistance in refurbishing her and bringing her up to sea-worthiness. In return you get the interest of working on a genuine tall-ship that will be sailing in this year's Tall Ships Race, plus a trip round the lighthouse, or near equivalent. My husband - ace woodworker and enthusiast for the wooden navy - offered to make belaying pins. Fifty of the buggers out of nice straight grained ash. They also asked him - and this pleased him no end because there are lots of belaying pins but these are unique - to turn the mast head buttons. These look a bit like Smarties only made of wood.
50 belaying pins and one button later he was just congratulating himself as he cut out the last button on the bandsaw - then he took his eye of it for a second and the blade kicked and damn near took his index finger off instead. Cue much swearing, bleeding and scampering around.
Paul is one of those stoical types who normally lacerate themselves then wander into the house, dripping, and casually ask for a plaster. When one of these types screams and runs into the house with his hand wrapped in the tail of his shirt gasping "Take me to hospital now!" it's a bit of a shock and one assumes the worst.
It was pretty bad. The local bods declined to interfere with it, suspecting that the tendon had been severed so referred him to the plastic surgery unit in Swansea which is about 2 hours away.
Now, God bless the NHS, such as it is, because he was seen within an hour of us getting to the unit on Friday morning but due to more urgent cases coming it it wasn't until after lunch on Saturday that they were able to operate and put him all back together. As he said, it was the longest amount of time we've spent together for about twenty years - bloody boring too. Still he survived and has to go back on the 7th to have the stitches out. He has cut two ligamants and put a nice nick in the bone but they think he'll get full mobility back in the course of time and physiotherapy.
However he can't drive and so we were left with the problem of getting Mike up to Bangor for the start of term when Paul didn't feel well enough to ride shotgun and navigate for me even if I'd been capable of driving eight hours in one day. enter Howard, a prince among men, who kindly forgave us for falling about hooting rudely when he bought a 4-wheel drive called a 'Big Horn' and used it to ferry Mike plus baggage and me to supervise all the way through the mountains.
We abandoned the lad at 2 pm and by half past he had found someone to go on a pub crawl with so I imagine he'll survive. However I notice he hasn't written up his LJ since he arrived. I'll have to give him a poke about it.
Hmm - I seem to have written myself out of my bad mood as far as RL goes. Now I just need to find a way to cheer myself up over RP - though that's probably a vain hope.
Hey I wonder how long it's been since anyone got an industrial injury involving belaying pins or masthead buttons?
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Now, you can start to worry because me breaking my silence means I'm going to whine.
Well tough - I don't normally but I've been upset and frightened and want to vent. If you want pretty flowers and bunnies don't look behind the cut, okay?
Ok there's this 92 foot ketch called the STS Cymru moored in Cardiff harbour and the owners have been requesting assistance in refurbishing her and bringing her up to sea-worthiness. In return you get the interest of working on a genuine tall-ship that will be sailing in this year's Tall Ships Race, plus a trip round the lighthouse, or near equivalent. My husband - ace woodworker and enthusiast for the wooden navy - offered to make belaying pins. Fifty of the buggers out of nice straight grained ash. They also asked him - and this pleased him no end because there are lots of belaying pins but these are unique - to turn the mast head buttons. These look a bit like Smarties only made of wood.
50 belaying pins and one button later he was just congratulating himself as he cut out the last button on the bandsaw - then he took his eye of it for a second and the blade kicked and damn near took his index finger off instead. Cue much swearing, bleeding and scampering around.
Paul is one of those stoical types who normally lacerate themselves then wander into the house, dripping, and casually ask for a plaster. When one of these types screams and runs into the house with his hand wrapped in the tail of his shirt gasping "Take me to hospital now!" it's a bit of a shock and one assumes the worst.
It was pretty bad. The local bods declined to interfere with it, suspecting that the tendon had been severed so referred him to the plastic surgery unit in Swansea which is about 2 hours away.
Now, God bless the NHS, such as it is, because he was seen within an hour of us getting to the unit on Friday morning but due to more urgent cases coming it it wasn't until after lunch on Saturday that they were able to operate and put him all back together. As he said, it was the longest amount of time we've spent together for about twenty years - bloody boring too. Still he survived and has to go back on the 7th to have the stitches out. He has cut two ligamants and put a nice nick in the bone but they think he'll get full mobility back in the course of time and physiotherapy.
However he can't drive and so we were left with the problem of getting Mike up to Bangor for the start of term when Paul didn't feel well enough to ride shotgun and navigate for me even if I'd been capable of driving eight hours in one day. enter Howard, a prince among men, who kindly forgave us for falling about hooting rudely when he bought a 4-wheel drive called a 'Big Horn' and used it to ferry Mike plus baggage and me to supervise all the way through the mountains.
We abandoned the lad at 2 pm and by half past he had found someone to go on a pub crawl with so I imagine he'll survive. However I notice he hasn't written up his LJ since he arrived. I'll have to give him a poke about it.
Hmm - I seem to have written myself out of my bad mood as far as RL goes. Now I just need to find a way to cheer myself up over RP - though that's probably a vain hope.
Hey I wonder how long it's been since anyone got an industrial injury involving belaying pins or masthead buttons?
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Date: 2005-09-28 04:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-28 04:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-28 05:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-01 03:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-28 05:23 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
I'm glad everything ended up okay, at least.
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Date: 2005-09-28 05:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-28 06:22 pm (UTC)Glad everyone is ok and that Mike is happily in Bangor. (hugs) to all.
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Date: 2005-09-28 06:39 pm (UTC)did you ever see this?
http://www.livejournal.com/community/la_la_la_2004/3184.html
Take care.
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Date: 2005-09-28 09:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-28 11:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-28 11:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad everything seems to turn okay in the end.
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Date: 2005-09-29 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-29 05:34 am (UTC)I shake in terror any time my husband works with tools.
*HUGS AGAIN!*
M
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Date: 2005-09-29 06:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-01 02:40 pm (UTC)You should tally up the costs of all the medical bills and have that particular pin/button imortalized on your wall as the XXX Pound one... perhaps have it bronzed?
Seriously, glad it worked out reasonably well. (There could be numb places on his finger even once it's healed as it undoubtedly snagged nerves along the way in the process.)
COmtnLady
update!!!!!
Date: 2005-10-12 05:09 pm (UTC)Re: update!!!!!
Date: 2005-12-09 11:01 am (UTC)