I just got done sharing my story about the chicken bone but as I was writing the post I said to myself how many cutters in our club got cut in the oddest way or seen somebody get cut. I can give one example, it didn't happen to me but did to one of my cutters.
His name happened to be Leon. Leon was the oldest guy in our crew and possessed a ton of knowledge. When Leon did something it was done right. But Leon had one bad habit. When he walked he always shuffled along. Never did he pick up his feet. I asked him why one day and he said it was because of Korea in the war he got a sever case of "frost bite". Now back then we used sawdust on the floors and Leon would shuffle back and forth from the cooler to the deli counter which back then was under the meat departments responsibilities. He shuffled into the cooler and I heard him yell and I quickly ran into the cooler to see Leon on the cement. I said Leon are you all right, yes of course I am. he said I tripped on a plastic strap that was used on many of the boxed meat items. Our policy was that once you removed them they have to be cut in half because they are a trip hazard.
So Leon got really mad and said who is the ass@#$% who didn't cut the strap? I said Leon it could be anybody well he said someday somebody is really going to get hurt. I helped him up and I noticed a trickle of blood running down his hand under the cuff of his frock. I said take off your frock Leon, he did and under the frock he was wearing the white (standard wear) shirt. He had a small cut between his shoulder and elbow about 2 inches long. I said what the hell, did you fall on your knife? No he said I tried to break the fall by sliding down the stainless steel rack. I checked his frock and there was no tear, I check his shirt and there was no tear but that stainless steel rail cut him and cut him bad. In a few minutes he could not use his fingers and his hand folded up. I quick got him to the nearest emergency room and to make a long, long story short. He cut the tendons in his arm. Leon was out for 6 months.
This was one of the most oddest, freakish cuts I have ever seen.
ANYBODY OUT THERE WILLING TO SHARE CUT ODDITIES LIKE THIS ONE??
I have been cut a few times.. I cut a chunk off my left index finger once, and years ago a slant hobart saw flipped a short loin and threw my right hand into the blade. I still have very noticeable scars on my two middle fingers. One time I was cutting open a box with a dull boning knife and it got stuck, I pulled too hard and it came loose and slashed my left wrist. It bled a lot, but when I got to the emergency room the dr. said I just missed the arteries, but i doubt these qualify as freaky. I ll tell you what stands out in my mind the most and I believe has caused me a form of PTSD because sometimes I still jump awake after a little dream about it.
About twelve years ago I was working at a market in Otisville, Mi. It was just me and this older guy named Maurice, we called him 'Mo. We got along really well and we shooting the bull while cleaning up. There were two doors that lead into the meat Dept. One went out to the floor with the customers, the other went out to the corridor in the back.
Well I guess one of the Cashiers (a lady not a young girl) was horsing around with someone who was chasing her around the store. First she ran through one door and out the other laughing and acting like a stupid kid. I looked at 'Mo and said if she comes through here again stop her and make her walk back out the door she came in. The floor was wet and very slippery.
Well just a couple minutes later she came through that door again running as she was before, 'Mo turned towards her, but before he could stop her, her feet slid out from under her and she fell backwards and she went head first to the hard tiles on the floor. It sounded really bad and it looked really painful. I thought she was hurt bad and we would need an ambulance, but she got up and shook us off, insisting she was fine and walked out. I was very concerned about her and we went to talk to the manager and told him to keep people out of the Meat Dept, its not a playground.
I don't know if she ever got checked out or not, but for years and even almost every night now just as I am slipping off to sleep I feel like my feet are sliding out from under me and I am about to fall head first to the hard floor and I will reach out and try to catch myself only to wake up and realize it was just another one of those damn dreams.
-- Edited by fdarn on Thursday 4th of February 2016 03:07:12 PM
Back in the day when a lot of grinders didn't have a guard on them, some of the guys would push meat trimmings in with their hand, this one guy with about 4 years in the business was doing a grind and he push the meat to far and got his fingers caught, then it got his hand. Another meat cutter working close by jumped and hit the off button. this guy Don who had his hand in the grinder was screaming he was hurting so bad. They call 911 and got help on the way. In those days we kept a little moonshine whiskey in the market and we got Don to drink three big shots of it, he clam down some. the Medic's got there and tried to get him out of it but they couldn't the way his hand was under the worm. They finally took the grinder head off and took it and him to the ER. At the ER they had to call in the fire house men and the Doctors knock Don out and they had to cut the grinder head off his hand, then they had to take off his hand a little above the wrist. When he came back to work they put him in the grocery dept and trained him for a managers job. He made store manager two years after coming back to work.
Back in the day when a lot of grinders didn't have a guard on them, some of the guys would push meat trimmings in with their hand, this one guy with about 4 years in the business was doing a grind and he push the meat to far and got his fingers caught, then it got his hand. Another meat cutter working close by jumped and hit the off button. this guy Don who had his hand in the grinder was screaming he was hurting so bad. They call 911 and got help on the way. In those days we kept a little moonshine whiskey in the market and we got Don to drink three big shots of it, he clam down some. the Medic's got there and tried to get him out of it but they couldn't the way his hand was under the worm. They finally took the grinder head off and took it and him to the ER. At the ER they had to call in the fire house men and the Doctors knock Don out and they had to cut the grinder head off his hand, then they had to take off his hand a little above the wrist. When he came back to work they put him in the grocery dept and trained him for a managers job. He made store manager two years after coming back to work.
Boy he is a luck man. He could have died of blood loss and or shock. Probably the moon shine stopped him from going into shock.
Back in the day when a lot of grinders didn't have a guard on them, some of the guys would push meat trimmings in with their hand, this one guy with about 4 years in the business was doing a grind and he push the meat to far and got his fingers caught, then it got his hand. Another meat cutter working close by jumped and hit the off button. this guy Don who had his hand in the grinder was screaming he was hurting so bad. They call 911 and got help on the way. In those days we kept a little moonshine whiskey in the market and we got Don to drink three big shots of it, he clam down some. the Medic's got there and tried to get him out of it but they couldn't the way his hand was under the worm. They finally took the grinder head off and took it and him to the ER. At the ER they had to call in the fire house men and the Doctors knock Don out and they had to cut the grinder head off his hand, then they had to take off his hand a little above the wrist. When he came back to work they put him in the grocery dept and trained him for a managers job. He made store manager two years after coming back to work.
Fdarn, you had to tell this story and now you brought back a fear full event that happened to me just last year. And yes, I still have bad dreams about it. I wanted to insulate over my garage and we had a drop down ladder to get up there. Actually down here in the south the furnace is in the attics. So I go up and put down some 6" x 1" boards over the garage so I can get the insulation laid. I stood up without thinking and I hit my head on one of the rafters and it knocked me off the board. I went through the ceiling and landed flat on my back on the cement. The drop was about 10 feet. My grandson's scooters broke my fall a bit but I flattened too. I was rushed to the ER by ambulance and into the trauma center. Now if you haven't ever had a trip to a trauma center you are in for a real awakening. In about 2 minutes, they had all my clothes cut off and on to a gurney an into a body scanner. When my exam was all over this older doctor came in to see how I was. He said today is your lucky day Coalcracker. You didn't break any bones and the back of your head must be so thick that it didn't crack. I had to laugh, and told him, us Italians have hard heads. Everybody knows that doc. But Fdarn, I can understand your bad dreams.
Now I know what it must feel back in the day when they hung criminals. I will never forget the feeling when the sheetrock broke and down I went like a ton of bricks. All 240 pounds of me.
not really a cut but, I remember about 20 years ago a guy had his coat sleeve get caught up in a meat grinder. It was three grinder system linked together about 15 feet in the air. The company had disabled the safety latches so you could run them with the tops open( apparently not un common in the old days as my old boss used to do the same just a few years ago). It dragged him in and bent his left forearm in half.....Poor guy was in his 50's or 60's to begin with.
Fdarn, you had to tell this story and now you brought back a fear full event that happened to me just last year. And yes, I still have bad dreams about it. I wanted to insulate over my garage and we had a drop down ladder to get up there. Actually down here in the south the furnace is in the attics. So I go up and put down some 6" x 1" boards over the garage so I can get the insulation laid. I stood up without thinking and I hit my head on one of the rafters and it knocked me off the board. I went through the ceiling and landed flat on my back on the cement. The drop was about 10 feet. My grandson's scooters broke my fall a bit but I flattened too. I was rushed to the ER by ambulance and into the trauma center. Now if you haven't ever had a trip to a trauma center you are in for a real awakening. In about 2 minutes, they had all my clothes cut off and on to a gurney an into a body scanner. When my exam was all over this older doctor came in to see how I was. He said today is your lucky day Coalcracker. You didn't break any bones and the back of your head must be so thick that it didn't crack. I had to laugh, and told him, us Italians have hard heads. Everybody knows that doc. But Fdarn, I can understand your bad dreams.
Now I know what it must feel back in the day when they hung criminals. I will never forget the feeling when the sheetrock broke and down I went like a ton of bricks. All 240 pounds of me.
I am glad you pulled through that with no major injuries and your mind stayed as sharp as it is. That sounds very traumatic hense your PTSD.