Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

About that Bloody Drill Bit Stuck in My Arm

Filed under: Uncategorized — Bob at 6:58 am on Tuesday, February 7, 2023

by Robert M. Katzman © February 6, 2023

Hey John,

Thanks for your advice

About opening

A stuck glass jar lid

With the tip of

A sharp knife



In my Maligned

Slice of the Universe,

Where Evil is Dominant


Wariness is Constant

 I am certain the

 Tip of the blade

 Would break off

Ending up

 Imbedded in me


Like half of a

Jagged drill bit

 Did in 1999

 When I was drilling a

 Hole in a book rack

Hit a hidden knot

The bit broke in half

 Plunging deep

Into my right

Forearm muscle


Blood gushed everywhere

But less than if

I pulled the broken bit out

I knew a Doc/Friend

 5 miles away who

 Would see me right away

 If ever I was in trouble


He took care of the wound

Cleaned it

Taped it up

Sent me on my way

I returned to the store

To finish the book rack

Always good to

 Have spare bits

When ya break one


So, yeah, John

I appreciated your advice

I know you weren’t

 Expecting this

“Other side of the tracks”

Real world response


The lesson?

Good to have friends

 Who really care about ya

 When you fuck up

Yet again


Just make sure

The door swings

Both ways

When that

Same Friend

Comes calling

On You



A note about this memory, this moment.

Many responded to my difficulty with opening jars with one hand, after I fell on my left wrist on January 27, 2023, smashing it on black ice.
Nice that people cared. Facebook has become a community of unmet souls who seem both close and far as some seek a connection.
But one suggestion offered triggered a reservoir of strange dialogue from me.
I forgot about it and recently happened across it.
So odd, the words, like a brief visit from my dark side shoving me aside as I am now, to say it like it was then.
The grim tone of the words fascinated me, arriving unsummoned.
I wasn’t trying to entertain the guy, just respond.
But his suggestion triggered a bad memory, I guess and the words just flowed.
Like a key to an unopened cobwebed covered door.
Imagine, if you will, driving five miles west from the Morton Grove, Illinois Magazine Memories store in 1999 to a stripmall, where my friend the old Doc had his clinic, just east of the interstate 294, with blood dripping off of a wound in my arm where the 3/8 drill bit was sticking up.
I held my arm up to lower the blood pressure, since at 49 I was long experienced about pain and damage to my hands and arms.
The blood slowly dripping on my shirt and pants as I stopped for red lights, traffic moving slowly in rush hour.
Seemed to take forever, the way Time slows down when the pain is surreal and there’s no way to make the world turn faster.
My subconscious must be too crowded, that moments like this one were forgotten until some stranger’s words were the key to open that particular door and this tough memory tumbled out.
The door to my known past is both rock-solid and semi-permeable, offering up unbidden nuggets as it decides what I need to remember.
Like it wants to test me.
As if it is saying,
“Oh ya think yer tough, huh? Ok smart guy, well, how about remembering this moment from yer past. Had enough yet?”
My answer today at near 73 is, yes, I have had enough.
Please–Stop now.
As if.


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Comment by charlie newman

February 7, 2023 @ 8:37 am

Ace work, Bob. As usual…

Comment by Brad Dechter

February 7, 2023 @ 8:37 am

No offense meant, but I like the postscript as much as the tale. “As if” was a great ending!

Comment by Kumari De Silva

February 7, 2023 @ 10:19 am

Me Too! I liked the postscript as much as the tale!

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