Wood bench+sleepiness+oily hands+slippery metal tool=ouch (kinda graphic....)

[Sir James A]

I was finishing up my workbench project, and on the last thing - anchoring my anvil-shaped object. I'd been floating between workbench, de-rusting, and trying to get the black coating off my icefalcon mail. I got, maybe, 3 hours of sleep last night.

I was on the last bolt, on the corner of the bench. While I was tightening it down with a socket wrench, my hand slipped (hooray clr/wd40/metal tool!) .... and somehow, with my *stellar* luck, I managed to ninja-thrust (one finger!) the corner of the workbench ... which isn't sanded because hey, workbench.

I jammed a splinter right under my finger nail. And thus, spurts of blood. After a few minutes of compression and rinsing, I took a look at the damage:

(again, warning - it's a cell phone picture, but still kinda gross)
http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t8/jba3/medieval/ouch/2012-06-04182338.jpg

That long black streak on the right side of my nail? Splinter. It starts towards the middle of my fingernail, and curves up towards the top of my nail. Freakin' ouch!

Once the profanities had lessened, it was "operation" time. Instrument of choice? Nail clippers. Runner up was the longsword, but I went with the more "practical" one.

Clipped off a corner of my nail, enough to get in there and get the splinter out. I clipped it in half while clipping my nail. The piece in the front came out nicely. The one wedged in, not so much. After fighting some more blood and a few grabs at thin air, I finally got the bugger out:

(and again, warning - it's a cell phone picture, but still kinda gross)
http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t8/jba3/medieval/ouch/2012-06-04182542.jpg

That's the part that was wedged forward under my fingernail. Not pleasant. Not pleasant in the least. Typing is not the best right now either.

Workbench: 1
James: 0

Now to find a war hammer and even the score........

[Sir Edward]

Youch! I hate that. I've done that sort of thing before.

[Sir William]

We might all have at some point...its funny now but it sure as hell isn't when it happens.  That's a far cry from the guy who accidentally sheathed his katana into the meat of his thigh, due to allowing himself to be momentarily distracted while practicing noto...still, I bet in some ways, this hurt worse.  Its always the little ones...