i was in an accident on thursday.
a group of us were told to head on down to the commanders office to transfer this safe from point a to point b. this safe was about waist-high (well my waist at least) and so it was damn heavy. i'm not talking about back-breaking heavy here, this safe introduced a whole new level of heavy for me.
anyway we were discussing ways to carry out the transfer and we settled on trying to carry the safe; an idea i thought would never have worked in the first place (and the only reason it was raised was because many under-estimated the weight of that one white elephant in the corner of the damn room). since there were no grab-holds or depressions to hold on to, we had to lift the safe slightly and carry the safe from right under it. so our fingers were at the mercy of our biceps, triceps, pecs and other muscles that would help in this ridiculous task.
having realised that the safe was just too heavy to lift even with 7-8 guys at it, we decided to put down. however, the idiot in charge did not countdown or give the queue for us to let go together. so one moment i was straining my arms and back thinking of all the stupid things i've done so far in the army, trying to rank them and the next i was on the verge of screaming at the pain caused by the safe which was now crushing my right index and middle finger.
thoughts that ran through my head as the guys tried to rescue me by re-lifting the safe:
' oh crap. not good. pain. shit. this is not good. pain. they're taking too long. man i need to scream. pain. i cant feel my fingers. they're still taking too long. they cant lift it back up. pain. fuck it. '
i then proceded to drag my fingers from under the safe. this thought process took no more than a few seconds (its amazing how much one can register in that amount of time when in peril).
some of the skin on the top was kinda scrapped off and there was a really big clot on the top of my index finger, starting from the very top, running down both sides. i couldnt feel both my fingers for a few minutes. it felt like placing your fingers on ice for a really long time, removing it from the ice and feeling like your fingers were no longer with you.
its obviously better now, though the clot is still there. i guess it'll go away sooner or later. the medical officer suggested i get an x-ray to check for micro fracture. i hope there's nothing wrong though. one accident is just one too many.
even though it did happen to the fingers on the right hand, i'm kinda okay about it. writing's still managable and i'm typin aren't i?
plus since it happened on the right hand, jacking off is not outta the picture.
moving on to more pleasent imagery...
going out with the usual gang tomorrow. deepavali's coming! (which spells $ and army-free days, hopefully). this month is my tenth month in the army; after this all that's left is one more year.
i can start counting down in months.
a group of us were told to head on down to the commanders office to transfer this safe from point a to point b. this safe was about waist-high (well my waist at least) and so it was damn heavy. i'm not talking about back-breaking heavy here, this safe introduced a whole new level of heavy for me.
anyway we were discussing ways to carry out the transfer and we settled on trying to carry the safe; an idea i thought would never have worked in the first place (and the only reason it was raised was because many under-estimated the weight of that one white elephant in the corner of the damn room). since there were no grab-holds or depressions to hold on to, we had to lift the safe slightly and carry the safe from right under it. so our fingers were at the mercy of our biceps, triceps, pecs and other muscles that would help in this ridiculous task.
having realised that the safe was just too heavy to lift even with 7-8 guys at it, we decided to put down. however, the idiot in charge did not countdown or give the queue for us to let go together. so one moment i was straining my arms and back thinking of all the stupid things i've done so far in the army, trying to rank them and the next i was on the verge of screaming at the pain caused by the safe which was now crushing my right index and middle finger.
thoughts that ran through my head as the guys tried to rescue me by re-lifting the safe:
' oh crap. not good. pain. shit. this is not good. pain. they're taking too long. man i need to scream. pain. i cant feel my fingers. they're still taking too long. they cant lift it back up. pain. fuck it. '
i then proceded to drag my fingers from under the safe. this thought process took no more than a few seconds (its amazing how much one can register in that amount of time when in peril).
some of the skin on the top was kinda scrapped off and there was a really big clot on the top of my index finger, starting from the very top, running down both sides. i couldnt feel both my fingers for a few minutes. it felt like placing your fingers on ice for a really long time, removing it from the ice and feeling like your fingers were no longer with you.
its obviously better now, though the clot is still there. i guess it'll go away sooner or later. the medical officer suggested i get an x-ray to check for micro fracture. i hope there's nothing wrong though. one accident is just one too many.
even though it did happen to the fingers on the right hand, i'm kinda okay about it. writing's still managable and i'm typin aren't i?
plus since it happened on the right hand, jacking off is not outta the picture.
moving on to more pleasent imagery...
going out with the usual gang tomorrow. deepavali's coming! (which spells $ and army-free days, hopefully). this month is my tenth month in the army; after this all that's left is one more year.
i can start counting down in months.
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