A New Way to Injure Yourself

I was using a large screwdriver to lever off/scrape away support material from the inside of what is planned to be a guitar effects box.

Going back to my STL and looking properly I discover that on the version I printed has a gap where the first version had an internal wall. All well and good as the battery lead has to go through the gap.

The downside was when I used a fair degree of force to try and lever the fill off the non-existent wall.

I now have a remarkably accurate reproduction of the palm injury reported in another thread.

Ow.

Neil

They say lathes and milling machines are dangerous and need to be careful, my nemesis is a screwdriver, any screwdriver and it's amazing how much I can damage myself.

DaveW

I managed to pierce the web between thumb and index finger, it is quite interesting watching the nurse fishing about with a pair of tweezers for what turned out to be just an oily bit of me.

Mike

Sounds painful Mike, probably too much information.

Dave W

Tools should be used for what hey where designed for

Roy

Many years ago an acquaintance of mine, who was an apprentice at a local garage, was using a screwdriver two handed to persuade a rubber boot to locate on the grease cup on the rear suspension arm of an early mini. As he moved the screwdriver to the front of the boot as was to be expected it slipped out of boot and thence into his eyeball. Cue loss of one eye. Whenever I did the same job I used to use a crotchet hook, nice rounded end and the hook to catch on the inside of the rubber boot.

Colin

I did a similar thing but I used a scalpel rather than a screwdriver for my print fettling. Should of bought the sterile blade option

I drove a scraper through my finger on Sunday trying to separate print from support. Annoying because I bought a chain mail glove last time this happened but that seems to be living in the kitchen

My weapon of choice is stabbing myself (usually fingers) with rat tail files.

70's classic screwdriver horror stories...
The govenor of a local joinery works employed his son, he got odd jobs to do.
One such was screwing the threaded table leg plates to a small coffee table.
Instead of putting the table face down and inserting the 16 - 3/4" screws with his big Stanley pump driver, he held it on the floor, legs down and pumped upwards.
When the driver slipped it pierced beneath his jaw, went through his tongue and burried itself in his soft palate.
Pain was induced.
We maneged to unclip the bit from the driver and took him to A&E (only 300 yards from the works).
The same chap later joined the paras, was medic-ed out after standing behind a recoiless gun :-/

Like the senior NCO who was putting grease into a track tension device and as he sat with his foot under the track it rolled forward over his foot. It took two of us using crowbars to roll it back off his foot.

Some people should spend their lives doing office work

Reg Prescott is my favourite

Back in the 1970s my mother was secretary to an engineering business, and the first-aider was on the stores counter. He kept his big first aid tin on a high shelf. When an apprentice suffered a tiny cut, he went to the stores to get it dressed. The first-aider reached up, slipped, and the first aid tin fell and hit him corner-first on the head. He finished up in hospital, while my mum gave the apprentice a bit of elastoplast she kept in her handbag.

A colleagues father managed a similar trick but it went up his nose, I always have that thought when I pick up my Yankee but that is not often these days with the convenience of battery powered screw drivers.

Mike

Strangely enough, since getting my lathe I've tended to have fewer injuries. The obvious danger of the lathe has made me more careful, and this has affected all my efforts in the workshop.

But generally flat bladed screwdrivers are the most dangerous tool in there. Going to Pozidriv and wearing out & not replacing my flat bladed screwdrivers has helped a lot, though.

Regards,

Richard.

I remember the metalwork teacher at highschool telling us the screwdriver was the most dangerous thing in the shop and he had seem more injuries from them than from anything else. Stories in here so far seem to bear that out. Ouch.

My usual jibe at Elf and Safety is that they don't have doors on the office to avoid trapping fingers, and are not allowed to use pencils or pens for fear of stabbing themselves.

Apparently, where I used to work, the H & S manager's office is within the main H &S one, and has NO door!

Heeding the warnings of my woodwork master at school (MANY years ago) try to keep hands behind anything sharp or dangerous Note the word TRY.

Guess who sharpened a pencil, and then promptly stabbed himself with it? (Still have a dark spot on the finger)

Let him that is without sin, cast the first stone!

(Must learn to type, and/or proof read)

Howard

Edited By Howard Lewis on 30/11/2017 11:33:53

In my stupid youth I was walking around my uncle's very large garden with an escaped young chicken in one hand and a machete in the other. I'd just finished tidying one of the wilder corners. When I got to the high fence around the chicken pen I chucked the wrong thing up in the air. The machete, being heavier than the chicken, came straight down (fortunately blunt edge first) and hit me on the head. I got a split scalp, but not as bad as it might have been. Probably explains some of the more stupid decisions I made in later life............

Well that proves chickens are cleverer than humans

Two shooting stories, my friend and armourer carried a .22 pistol in his jacket pocket for personal protection as he was in Kenya. After work he would on the drive home call in to a bar to have a beer and buy enough for the evening at home. Hanging his jacket on a chair back it slipped off and fell to the floor and the gun went off and the .22 bullet went into his ankle!

Mine is when I went to the range, I had .44 Magnum which I reloaded lead bullets for. It had been raining and the grooves in the sand from previous shots had filled with water. One of my shots hit the water ricocheted off the water and hit the wall and came straight back at me, hitting me in the chest and leaving a large bruise. I saw it coming all the way from 25 yards. You can say I was very careful from then on to clear such puddles in the sand.