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DJ
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I've got one, not while boating but while working on a boat.
I recently purchased a 60 HP Johnson from a prominent member of this board.
The engine needed new paint. So, I start the sanding process. In 1989, Johnson put a pin stripe on the lower unit. Most of it was gone so I thought I'd remove the rest of it.
Best tool: razor blade. I got a new blade, out of the pack and commenced-"peeling".
Well, guess what? The stripe came off quick and my hand slipped. Guess what the blade hit? My left wrist.
So, here I am, alone, in my garage, with two foot "squirters" coming out of my wrist. Dang it! I thought. This is not good.
Thank goodness, I'm a big guy so I have plenty of blood. I realized that if I closed my wrist, the "squirting" would stop. So I did that.
I walked into the house, got some paper towels and wrapped the wrist up in them, folded back. I then wrapped the whole mess with some painters masking tape.
Once I got the bleeding stopped, I had to hose out the garage. My wife would be home in a couple hours. I couldn't let her see that mess. It looked a homicide scene in there.
Since I was a stinking mess, I then put a trash bag over my hand and took a shower. Once dressed, I drove myself to the urgent care facility about 15 miles away.
Once there, the nurse took one look at the wound and turned white. I was with a Doc. within minutes. He (Doc) spent twenty minutes grilling me on "suicidal issues". He asked. "Do you need help"? I said, yes, sew me up.
He did, 14 stitches later and I'm back sanding within three hours. A little dizzy, from the loss of blood. but OK.
My wife "freaked" when she saw the wound. The best part is that I handled it myself. The stitches hurt a whole lot more than the wound itself. I declined the pain killer shot and pills.
Everything is fine now.
I am a born Klutz. If I don't bleed, I haven't done anything worthwhile.
I recently purchased a 60 HP Johnson from a prominent member of this board.
The engine needed new paint. So, I start the sanding process. In 1989, Johnson put a pin stripe on the lower unit. Most of it was gone so I thought I'd remove the rest of it.
Best tool: razor blade. I got a new blade, out of the pack and commenced-"peeling".
Well, guess what? The stripe came off quick and my hand slipped. Guess what the blade hit? My left wrist.
So, here I am, alone, in my garage, with two foot "squirters" coming out of my wrist. Dang it! I thought. This is not good.
Thank goodness, I'm a big guy so I have plenty of blood. I realized that if I closed my wrist, the "squirting" would stop. So I did that.
I walked into the house, got some paper towels and wrapped the wrist up in them, folded back. I then wrapped the whole mess with some painters masking tape.
Once I got the bleeding stopped, I had to hose out the garage. My wife would be home in a couple hours. I couldn't let her see that mess. It looked a homicide scene in there.
Since I was a stinking mess, I then put a trash bag over my hand and took a shower. Once dressed, I drove myself to the urgent care facility about 15 miles away.
Once there, the nurse took one look at the wound and turned white. I was with a Doc. within minutes. He (Doc) spent twenty minutes grilling me on "suicidal issues". He asked. "Do you need help"? I said, yes, sew me up.
He did, 14 stitches later and I'm back sanding within three hours. A little dizzy, from the loss of blood. but OK.
My wife "freaked" when she saw the wound. The best part is that I handled it myself. The stitches hurt a whole lot more than the wound itself. I declined the pain killer shot and pills.
Everything is fine now.
I am a born Klutz. If I don't bleed, I haven't done anything worthwhile.