Some years ago, dad was involved in an accident at work. A piece of steel went shooting across the plant and it his his right wrist. He never felt it. There was a pool of blood on the floor below his arm. He had to go to the hospital to get the tendons re-attached so he could regain use of his ring and pinky fingers.
He was off work for about 6 weeks while it healed. During that time, he had to go to physical thearpy to regain movement of his fingers.
My dad is a cry baby when it comes to pain. He freaks out when there is something restricting his movement. He thought his life sucked because he had to wear a cast while his hand was healing.
Sitting in the waiting room, a young lady was looking at her hand crying. Dad looked at her and she looked back. She showed him her hand and said "Look, I can move my fingers". He had was clutching a ball and she could barely move her fingers. She said that her hand was cut off and the doctors were not sure if she would ever regain use of that hand. Mind you, this was in the 80's and things are different now. She went on to say that if there was some type of movement, there is a good chance that she will be able to use her hand, but they still could not promise anything.
Dad said he felt like crawling under a rock. here he was complaining about a little cut on his hand and this lady lost her hand.
Makes you appreciate how good we have it sometimes, even though it seems like we have it hard.
Tom
