Last Friday, the Universe gave me the job of picking up someone's shredded severed finger from a pile of wood shavings. I certainly cannot speak for the trauma received by this co-worker and friend who lost much of 1 finger, and nearly 2 others. But somehow and for some reason, this event has profoundly affected me and all of us at the shop.
If you missed it the other day, here is a scared-straight style warning of the dangers of using tools under some wrong condition(s). (Edited.)
https://steemit.com/life/@inphiknit/finger-in-a-bag-for-real-not-for-highly-squeamish-people
Anyways, one way we are dealing with it is with some lightness! I was greeted with this note from my brother when I got to work today! (He was not in the shop when the accident happened.)
(The note had the person's first and last name.)
Otherwise, its probably going to be all weird in the shop for weeks to come. We're being hyper-paranoid about tools and "doing things right." Maybe too paranoid, but it'll settle down.
B"H, our injured friend is also doing pretty well. Of course it's a struggle, but he is trying to stay positive and make lots of jokes too. With less than 10 fingers, now that he's even farther away from "normal," he's got to crack some jokes to make up for it! Jkjk!
(Finger Paws.)
