Post by Cletus on Mar 12, 2020 23:22:09 GMT -5
Greetings Saints.
those of you who have read enough of my posts know i am a discerning knife owner and i keep a very nice edge on my knives. you know i will spend quite a few pretty pennies on a slab of the finest steel alloys and not think twice about it. i have also invested in precision machines to sharpen my knives. 15 degree convex grind, each side. one evening last week i sharpened my favorite knife. polished the edge on some cpm-3v steel with a rockwell hardness of 61 ...with a 15,000 grit belt. thats not a typo... 15k. went to work and needed to cut a zip tie. now i am also extremely careful and its been years since i cut myself last, and even then it wasnt bad. that being careful streak ended when my blade slipped right into the base of my finger. it went up in my finger approx. 2 inches. my finger exploded and blood went everywhere. i realized i couldnt bend it and i knew tendons were cut. i saw meat, bone, fat and tendons. i knew i was in trouble. my co-workers helped bring cold water and clean rags and call 911. they made some jokes even i had to laugh at like, man people will do anything to get out of here. lol. if your wondering, this is not the part i almost died. anyway, i took an ambulance ride to the ER. my sweetheart was a nurse for years and years there and has friends there. so when the doc ordered me 4 units of morphine i got hooked up. it was a lot more than 4. i was bleeding something awful. like a waterfall. i told them sew me up, shoot me up with some of that happy stuff and let me go back to work. of course they said it dont work that way. of course they did. i got 13 sutures and some tylenol3 and antibiotics. 3 days later i go talk to a hand surgeon. he is a specialist. schedules my surgery on monday. this is where i almost died.
i get to pre-op. they got me propped up with pillows, and blankets. i am all kinds of comfortable. the lady who was the assistant to the doc that gives you the stuff that knocks you out says i am gonna give you something to help with sedation. it will relax you. it burned a little. it did relax me. my vision got distorted a little. it became difficult to breathe on a progressive scale. last i said was i cant breathe, i cant breathe. lady said on no i gave him the wrong stuff, the labels look the same. at this point i could not breath a single breath, i am gasping, or trying to. and i was panicking. they tried to roll me on my side and i complied to show them my air way was clear. they kept putting stuff in my face and i kept knocking it off with my good hand. some one tried to grab my wrist but i reversed that and pushed them away quickly. they put something else on my face, and i broke it to pieces and sent this thing flying. i realized i was gonna die. resistance is futile. so i started to pray... ok, God, they gave me the wrong stuff, i am going to die. here i come, i am sorry for all my sins. the scripture to die is gain came to mind. i was fighting mad, but a calm came over me. not the drugs. i was ok that i was going to die. i was no longer mad at the lady. i realized my life, my existence is not above, greater than, or even equal to being upset with someone for making an unintentional mistake. its funny how when you have only moments left it redefines eternity, and what is and is not important.
sure i could sue, and win. they even admitted they gave me the wrong drug. its documented even. but isnt that what the world would do? the lady is a real sweet lady, i suspect a sister also. she didnt mean to and they told me she is super upset over this. i forgave and let it all go. im alive. nothing wrong with me. and they are taking steps to correct this so it never happens again. idk the ladies name nor would i post it if i did, i just ask yall to pray for this lady. she is tore up over this. i just want her to not be carrying grief or guilt about this. pray God would heal her heart and mind and she can move on in life.
the Ways of God is good. I trust He will bring good to this lady.