Despite what my husband says, I’m not stubborn. I just prefer to do things myself. Like today
I got a request to survey (get rid of) a main landing gear piston due to multiple problems that made it uneconomical to repair. Routine request - I do a couple of these a week. I went to the staging area - the originator of the request wasn’t around, but I found the gear - I’m capable of looking at it myself.
The main gear piston for the P-3 is about 4 feet long and the axles are each a foot or so. It’s made of steel - it’s heavy. But I just needed to unwrap one axle and look inside - just sorta lift that one end a little.
I kinda scooched it up and was removing the masking tape that held the vapor barrier paper. I’m not exactly sure what happened next, but there was blood. My left ringfingernail got smooshed between the axle and the cradle that was holding it. Have you ever noticed the blood before the pain registered? That’s how this went.
I tore off a piece of the masking tape and wrapped it around my finger, thinking that it would turn purple. Then it started hurting. Then it started throbbing. Then I noticed my wedding ring was feeling really tight. Crap.
Being the consummate pro, I finished my inspection. As it happened, as I was taping myself, the guy who wanted to trash the gear came back - he rolled the cradle under a small overhead crane and lifted it up so I could see all the bad parts. We made a little small talk, and I came back to my office, thankful for the bandaid in my purse. The finger is clean and bandaged, still throbbing, and quite sore. I managed to get my ring off with a little lotion and some cussing under my breath.
I don’t want mockery or advice or anything that forces me to deal with this like an adult. I want sympathy. I want pity. I want a fluffy pillow and a big bowl of ice cream. I want the hurt to go away.
You got major owies, don’t you? Aw, there, there. We make allllllllll better. You just sit down. Put your feet up. No, feet up, you down. Good. Now let me see your hand.
Ah, I see the problem. Here, let me kiss it… Smoochie smoochie, etc.
Now let’s get us a nice clean and shiny band aid, shall we? How about… Flintstones? No wait… Powerpuff Girls.
awwwwwwwww…I can’t stand thinking about our beloved FairyChatMom with a big ol’ stinky hurting booboo!
Here’s a couple of nice fluffy pillows, the remote, a half gallon of Ben & Jerry’s, a glass of iced tea, a tiara, and a couple of oiled up nude cabana boys to fan you. Feel better now?
Aaaaaahhhh aren’t you a brave little soldier! Oh I know it’s sore I promise the magic cream will make it feel better…there you go kiss it better :mwah:
Isn’t the pain compensated for somewhat by the coolness factor? When someone says “What did you do to your hand?”, you can reply, “I crushed it under the landing gear piston of a P3.” That’s a lot cooler than getting a paper cut at work.
I’d have cried! Go to the doctor and get some drugs. You’ll be glad you did, since you have to work with your hands before you actually heal. Poor you!!! (There’s cookies and milk in the fridge for you.)
“Hot and throbby” AND it’s gonna turn purple Zap. And to think, I used to believe Snickers was all innocent. Pffft… yeah “innocent”. Ha!
But if there’s anything I can do for your hot, throbby, purple… finger, just let me know. (I figure it’ll take a while to get through the chocolate milk, popcicles and margaritas)
-Rue.
EchoKitty, you sound like my coworker - she was saying something about worker’s comp. But without the cookies and milk.
Rue, I am innocent, you poopyhead! A tad suggestive, I’ll admit, but innocent nonetheless. As for what you can do for my finger, well, my yard needs to be mowed.
The throbbing has subsided and the hotness is less hot. It still hurts, tho. I shall struggle to make it thru the afternoon, dedicated professional that I am. I know more pity will go a long way to making me feel better. It’s a scientific fact! Trust me!! [sub]whimper whimper whine[/sub]
Finished with that ice cream are ya FCM? Here, have another gallon. Ok cabana boys, fluff up those pillows. There that’s better. It’s time for a pitcher of Margaritas. The Masseuse is due at 6 pm. Hope you don’t mind, but I told him to do a full body hot oil massage and take as long as you need. The replacement cabana boys are due at seven and the Chippendale Dancers will be here at 8:30 for your amusement. Need anything else, dear?
Finished with that ice cream are ya FCM? Here, have another gallon. Ok cabana boys, fluff up those pillows. There that’s better. It’s time for a pitcher of Margaritas. The Masseuse is due at 6 pm. Hope you don’t mind, but I told him to do a full body hot oil massage and take as long as you need. The replacement cabana boys are due at seven and the Chippendale Dancers will be here at 8:30 for your amusement. Need anything else, dear?
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