Friday, April 26, 2013
How I Spent Two Months Not Making Pots. Chapter 1.
Fingers are pretty important nowadays, especially to those of us who use them to make a living. Brains are important, too, but for a potter it's more about the fingers. My fingers and I have always had a good relationship- they put food in my mouth and pick stuff out of my belly button, and I keep their nails chewed down to a nice length and put lotion on them when the clay dries them out. We have a good thing going. But on February 26th I put our relationship to the test.
It was the day of the last big snowfall we had here in the Chicago area. The snow was wet and heavy, and there was enough of it that I decided to cancel classes at the studio (which I almost never do) and head home to clear the driveway. As often happens with wet, heavy snow, the chute on my snowblower clogged. Little did I know that even when the blades are turned off, they hold some tension and can kick when the clog is removed. So when I pushed the snow out of the chute, the blades moved and caught the tips of my index and middle finger on my left hand.
NO, it didn't cut them off. But it really was pretty gory and very painful because it totally chewed up the pads of my fingertips. At first I didn't even know I had been cut. I t just felt like the blades had brushed against my fingers. But when I saw that my glove was cut I knew something bad had happened. When I pulled off the glove it wasn't pretty. I ran into the house and yelled for my lovely wife, who brought me a towel to wrap around my hand. She ran the kids over to the neighbor's house, then drove me to the ER in the snowstorm while I yelled at her to drive faster. She dropped me off at the front door and went to park the car. I had to give the front desk all my personal information while hyperventilating and freaking out, then a nurse put me in a room that would be my home for the next 3 hours.
To be continued....