Nate Shiska-bob - $4.00
And a tetanus shot perhaps. I wasnt sure if I was supposed to go to work today, so I did anyway to get in some extra hours and greet Ryan back from his two week vacation. I boxed a bike and built a bike in a few hours and took lunch. There wasn't a lot to do around there afterwards, so I was pretty bored really. I decided I would give Ryan a hand and prepare some warranty wheels for rebuilding. A pretty standard routine for sure, just cut the spokes around the hub, take them off the rim and clean the hub and rim for rebuilding. I was on my second wheel and had cut all the spokes around the hub and taken it out. The wheel reflector was still on the spoke so I grabbed it to pull it off the end of the spoke because we save such things. The rusty spoke didn't let go easily so I pulled harder. It went. And with it, my hand shot like a bullet down to the opposite side where the spokes skewered three tiny holes neatly in a line, an inch apart. The middle seems to have gone completely to the bone, pinching my ulnar nerve. I immediatly lost feeling in my palm, though I still have full movement in my fingers and hand. After I cleaned the spurting blood and compressed it to stop the bleeding I found that drastic wrist movements caused shooting pain up into my pinky and ring fingers. After a half hour there remained a dull throbbing pain where the injury occurred as well as limited pain up the nerve to my elbow. Movement did not cause much pain, however any force required to twist the wrist, like opening a screw cap, even softly, sent more pain up my arm. At this point, most movements like straightening my elbow or bending at the wrist causes pain all the way to my inner tricep as well as a constant dull pain in the hand. My palm remains numb to touch, but still feels hot and cold.
You may order a Nate Shish-ka-bob online, just email and I will ship via UPS anywhere. I would show pictures but there is not much to look at, just three small red dots. It makes me angry that an injury that could look so awesome, like a spoke protruding through my hand gushing everywhere, just isnt as photogenic as I would like. Oh well.
Labels: Bloody Hand, Skewered, Spokes
