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So last week on Friday evening I was finishing up some benches inside the wife's greenhouse and damn near cut my thumb off with my table saw. It was nasty man. Took the blade all the way up the meat of my thumb so I still have the digit thankfully but man is it ugly. Kids call me frankenthumb now. 7 or 8 stitches and all lumpy and shit.
Anyway I still keep thinking back to that moment. Right before, where I had lazily set up the saw on the deck for a couple quick cuts. It's like I knew it was going to happen really strange. I made the cut fine, then reached back to grab the piece of wood (like a fucking dumbass) which was up next to the blade (because I had put the saw on the ground) and boy howdy.
Worst thing is I've been woodworking for 30 years and always been so careful. I'm really fucking careful. Or am I lol. Man it pisses me off.
Anyway I still keep thinking back to that moment. Right before, where I had lazily set up the saw on the deck for a couple quick cuts. It's like I knew it was going to happen really strange. I made the cut fine, then reached back to grab the piece of wood (like a fucking dumbass) which was up next to the blade (because I had put the saw on the ground) and boy howdy.
Worst thing is I've been woodworking for 30 years and always been so careful. I'm really fucking careful. Or am I lol. Man it pisses me off.