Crikes IV

Hmm.

What a day. What a day.

I was in the mode of getting some serious work done today in the model shop, and I did a great job of cutting up the balsa and MDF and joining it together. As I was Cutting down the great big block of balsa-MDF, I forced the block too hard and my finger caught the blade of the band saw, which resulted in me spending the rest of the afternoon and evening in a tiring combination of Polyclinics and SGH, and culminated in my wound being stiched up.

I dunno whether those doctors and nurses ever saw a patient such as myself, who was surly to look at and curt when spoken to, but jovial and joking when I entered the operating theatre to have the wound stitched up by the doctor who used some gay light-blue colour stitching thread. Thank God it's all bounded up and you can't see the gay-coloured stitches.

In any case, maybe I should have some sort of sign hung over the bandsaw saying:

'(my name), you are hereby banned from using this piece of equipment so as to preserve your life and your ability to play the guitar in the future'

Gosh... the doctor said that I gotta lay off intensive usage of my hand for like three months , but also thank God that the saw blade never sliced any main tendons, ligaments and your what-nots. In fact, it just cut the skin and some fatty tissue, but no important stuff.

After the stitching, the nurse came in and bound up my hand, so now it looks like some over-grown seaweed-less sushi with bits of finger sticking out from the bandage. I'm now typing with a combination of the sushi, the ring finger and my fully-functional right hand.

Oh yeah.. you know singapore doctors can be really weird sometimes: the doctor misspelled 'band saw' with 'man saw'.. and on the diagnosis, he put down that my right-hand forefinger got cut, but it was my left.

Crikes.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy