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Hiya, I'm a Sydney geekette who likes to giggle at all the B3ta rude bits in the newsletter every Saturday morning in bed (that's when we get it here). Thank you for much hilarity.
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Bitten by a desk
When I was 18, my grandmother came to stay with us, and my mother enlisted my help to shift a large metal desk to make room for a bed., but as we only needed to move it a few cms, didn't both moving the piles of books or computer off the desk. What we didn't know was that the metal top was loose, and when I slid my hand underneath the desktop ledge, it came away. Me not noticing slid my hand a little futher in (by this time unknowingly getting it between the top and the bottom part of the desk) before my mother announced that it had shifted enough, and released her end of the desk. The tabletop, because of the weight fell onto my hands, and my right index finger, which was unfortunate enough to be positioned underneath a screw. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I do remember screaming so loudly that the man from 2 doors down ran over to help hoist the table off my hand (we were an all girl household). Remarkably there was nor so much pain, but my finger did not heal, still needing dressing and bandages 6 months later. I was afraid that I was always going to have the swelling and soreness but then I flew to Detroit, and accidently broke open the wound again while lugging my bags through the airport. This time it actually healed corrctly (through it took another 2 months). Today, I can't actually tell from sight which finger I hurt.
Scars:
Psychological: I've never had to move anything since then. My mother feels too guilty. We've employed movers ever since.
Physical. There is a slight lump on my index finger, which is dead skin - I can't feel anything with this bit of my finger. Since the finger was also out of use for 8 months, to this day I do 2 finger typing, but with my left index finger and right middle finger. Haven't been able to correct myself 8 years on.
(Sun 6th Feb 2005, 1:12, More)
Bitten by a desk
When I was 18, my grandmother came to stay with us, and my mother enlisted my help to shift a large metal desk to make room for a bed., but as we only needed to move it a few cms, didn't both moving the piles of books or computer off the desk. What we didn't know was that the metal top was loose, and when I slid my hand underneath the desktop ledge, it came away. Me not noticing slid my hand a little futher in (by this time unknowingly getting it between the top and the bottom part of the desk) before my mother announced that it had shifted enough, and released her end of the desk. The tabletop, because of the weight fell onto my hands, and my right index finger, which was unfortunate enough to be positioned underneath a screw. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I do remember screaming so loudly that the man from 2 doors down ran over to help hoist the table off my hand (we were an all girl household). Remarkably there was nor so much pain, but my finger did not heal, still needing dressing and bandages 6 months later. I was afraid that I was always going to have the swelling and soreness but then I flew to Detroit, and accidently broke open the wound again while lugging my bags through the airport. This time it actually healed corrctly (through it took another 2 months). Today, I can't actually tell from sight which finger I hurt.
Scars:
Psychological: I've never had to move anything since then. My mother feels too guilty. We've employed movers ever since.
Physical. There is a slight lump on my index finger, which is dead skin - I can't feel anything with this bit of my finger. Since the finger was also out of use for 8 months, to this day I do 2 finger typing, but with my left index finger and right middle finger. Haven't been able to correct myself 8 years on.
(Sun 6th Feb 2005, 1:12, More)