Classic boat induced visits to A&E..

burgundyben

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In the 12 years I've had Playtime, I have been to A&E 3 times (or 5 depending on the application of Man Maths).

Once because a banged an scrapped elbow looked like it was poisoned, turned out to be a ruptured burser.

Once to get a fleck of steel removed from and eye, following angle grinder use, I did wear goggles, but I think I rubbed my face as sweat was running down into the goggles.

Third.....fell off the boat into the yard, broke my arm, plaster cast, after 4 weeks I got fed up with the cast, thought I knew best and cut it off, 3 days later I decided to go back to A&E for a replacement, I got a proper *******ing at each stage of the process...and from the boss at home.
 
Long preceding my boat ownership, but when I was a teenager and working on a sailing barge I tried to hold on to the fall of a vang as the barge gybed. The weight of the gear, including the sprit, must be well over a ton and it dragged me right across the top of a crab winch. Still holding on, the coarse hemp rope then raced through my desperately clutching hands, giving me the worst rope burns I've ever experienced. It certainly hurt and I was in bandages for several weeks afterwards.

An important lesson learned - always take a turn before trying to hold any weight on a rope!
 
I too had the bit of steel in my eye same circumstances. Ended up at eye hospital and the nice doctors took a micro grinder to my eye to get the rust ring off the eyeball. Looked cool with an eye patch but it was a bugger driving around afterwards.

Slipped stanley knife when trimming some deck material and ended up having to be driven to A & E with my mouth full of finger and blood.

Ran into a scaffold tube sticking out at right angles from staging when I accidentally splashed acetone in my eyes when i was washing a resin brush (Ironically running to the eye wash bottle at the other end of the shed)

Many more minors but I thinks its only been three trips to the hospital.
 
Force 8, going to windward, into Hamford Water. Heeled like **** trying to make the channel. Surf across the channel, could not do anything about it, and Roach fell off the wave. I fell off the coaming, crashed into the leeward cockpit locker, foot went through the 12mm ply and then I was stuck, I simply could not get my foot out of the hole it made. Yacht gybed and started sailing herself to Holland (thankfully up the channel - but I did not know that at the time) with me laid-out on the cockpit grating feeling the warmth of the blood fill my sailing boot.
 
Force 8, going to windward, into Hamford Water. Heeled like **** trying to make the channel. Surf across the channel, could not do anything about it, and Roach fell off the wave. I fell off the coaming, crashed into the leeward cockpit locker, foot went through the 12mm ply and then I was stuck, I simply could not get my foot out of the hole it made. Yacht gybed and started sailing herself to Holland (thankfully up the channel - but I did not know that at the time) with me laid-out on the cockpit grating feeling the warmth of the blood fill my sailing boot.

You can't leave us with that cliff-hanger; how did you escape?
 
Don't know if a Moody 31 is a MAB or an AWB! But I fell down the companionway and bust a rib against the bulkhead at the back of the chart table. My brother had to take me to A&E, and I spent a week sitting quietly in the saloon, waiting for it to heal enough that I could bear to drive 400 miles home!
 
I came into Horta during a blow, stopped outside to tidy the boat up, roll up the genoa, prepare the fenders and so on. For some idiotic reason I completely neglected to drop the mainsail and totally forgot about it during the short stressful period that occurs (to me anyway) when I enter a foreign country. I came in under power and rounded up to the reception pontoon, the mainsail gybed across and knocked me down and then pinned me down against the cockpit coaming. It was excruciatingly painful for weeks so finally I took myself off to the quacks (back in UK) who sent me for X-Rays that identified several cracked ribs. Nothing to be done as they were healing naturally. What an idiot and how my wife did laugh!
 
Long preceding my boat ownership, but when I was a teenager and working on a sailing barge I tried to hold on to the fall of a vang as the barge gybed. The weight of the gear, including the sprit, must be well over a ton and it dragged me right across the top of a crab winch. Still holding on, the coarse hemp rope then raced through my desperately clutching hands, giving me the worst rope burns I've ever experienced. It certainly hurt and I was in bandages for several weeks afterwards.

An important lesson learned - always take a turn before trying to hold any weight on a rope!

So I'm not the only pillock who's done that then... :o
 
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