Art Fuldodger
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I wasn't going to post this, but maybe this will help someone else be smarter than me.
Last week, I was turning some stoppers, and EVERYTHING was more difficult than usual. I mean EVERYTHING. Even just cutting a bead, I was having difficulty, and took a few tries to get it right, and I was getting frustrated. Then I remembered why it was so tough... I had taken a pain pill earlier that day.
I have a chronic medical condition which causes me pain, and it comes and goes. It had been a while since I had needed to take a pain pill, but that day, I did. Not seeing a half-pill in the bottle, I had taken a whole pill - and since I hadn't taken one in a while, I was no longer "used to them".
So, I realized that, and thought "Maybe I should stop turning." But, my good sense was gone, so I decided to keep going, but just be careful.
Then, I took a piece of ebony over to the table saw to flatten up one face. I set the fence, and knew that I really, really, REALLY had to be careful since I was on a narcotic. Alright, slow and steady, watch those fingers... yep, the cut went no problem. I thought to myself "Alright, that's the last saw cut I'm making tonight. I don't want to risk anything."
I lifted my hands off of the table, to turn the saw off, and for some reason (I've never had this happen before, even on the pain pills), lost my equilibrium, and started to stumble. My hands waved, and I cought my balance. Then I realized it... while my equilibrium was off, I felt a quiet "bzzt" on the side of my finger. While I'm not normally a man to use such words, my mind could only think "Oh, sh**!"
I looked down, and sure enough, my finger had touched the teeth of the blade - but just *barely*. I had the slightest little cut, not even enough to draw blood. I've never had such a feeling of terror and relief at the same time before. It's been one week, and I can still just barely see the little line in my finger.
Back when I thought "Oh, yeah, I'm on a pain pill, I should give up", I may not have had the good sense to do it... but the Lord sure gave me a good reason to remember to have more sense next time.
Last week, I was turning some stoppers, and EVERYTHING was more difficult than usual. I mean EVERYTHING. Even just cutting a bead, I was having difficulty, and took a few tries to get it right, and I was getting frustrated. Then I remembered why it was so tough... I had taken a pain pill earlier that day.
I have a chronic medical condition which causes me pain, and it comes and goes. It had been a while since I had needed to take a pain pill, but that day, I did. Not seeing a half-pill in the bottle, I had taken a whole pill - and since I hadn't taken one in a while, I was no longer "used to them".
So, I realized that, and thought "Maybe I should stop turning." But, my good sense was gone, so I decided to keep going, but just be careful.
Then, I took a piece of ebony over to the table saw to flatten up one face. I set the fence, and knew that I really, really, REALLY had to be careful since I was on a narcotic. Alright, slow and steady, watch those fingers... yep, the cut went no problem. I thought to myself "Alright, that's the last saw cut I'm making tonight. I don't want to risk anything."
I lifted my hands off of the table, to turn the saw off, and for some reason (I've never had this happen before, even on the pain pills), lost my equilibrium, and started to stumble. My hands waved, and I cought my balance. Then I realized it... while my equilibrium was off, I felt a quiet "bzzt" on the side of my finger. While I'm not normally a man to use such words, my mind could only think "Oh, sh**!"
I looked down, and sure enough, my finger had touched the teeth of the blade - but just *barely*. I had the slightest little cut, not even enough to draw blood. I've never had such a feeling of terror and relief at the same time before. It's been one week, and I can still just barely see the little line in my finger.
Back when I thought "Oh, yeah, I'm on a pain pill, I should give up", I may not have had the good sense to do it... but the Lord sure gave me a good reason to remember to have more sense next time.
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