Lee that had me smilin pretty big.
My kind of humor.
Worst thing I have done to myself in my shop is let a stack of circle saw blades fall on me and rake considerable amounts of flesh off of my left leg. totally tearing of my blue jeans from that leg and missing by mere inches tearing off little big man.
I was moving a vertical stack of 5 - 7 blades ranging in diameter form I thin k 32" to I know 56". I have them bolted together through the arbors as one unit. It weighs at least 450 but probably closer to 600 pounds. I was rolling the stack on the biggest one (obviously) in the stack because it is trashed and I just use it as the "wheel" to roll the others good ones around. My other two good 56" saws are on the arbors of the two other circle mills so they weren't on the heavy stack.
So I am rolling this mass of steel around on my shop floor, clunk ... clunk ... clunk ... not giving enough serious thought about how much weight I am balancing because I am thinking about where I want to move it out of the way THIS time!
As you have probably already guessed, it became out of vertical just enough due to my lackadasial attitude to start to go, so without thinking (I was doing alot of that in this short span of time) I crabbed around in front of the mass to put my weight against it but it was too late.
It threw me back against the saw horses and raked me down my left leg, barely missing extremely delicate parts and my innards to as I say, and pinned me against the shop floor.
I did not scream at the top of my lungs. I did not lay there and struggle, uselessly, to free myself. I did not cry and grunt primordial sounds. I did not hyperventilate and temporarily lose rational thought.
After I was done not doing all that, I actually composed myself because my chemical generators were dumping endorphins into my bloodstream by the bucket fulls to combat the pain long enough to extricate myself from this nightmare.
There absolutey no way I was going to be able to lift this stack of metal off of me even if I could stand up and lift it off myself which, is of course impossible because you can't stand up when your are pinned to the shop floor. No leverage at all here though.
So, just like a movie, I b-a-r-e-l-y was ablt to reach a 2x4 with the tippy tip tips of my trmebling fingers and mustered just enough strnegth to lift this stack just enough to pull my leg out froom underneath.
I know I fractured my leg. I made a post about this on some forum I don't even remember which one maybe it was FVF and we have it in the archives here, but, my point is this has been many months ago and parts of my leg still hurt, are numb, and when I stand on it too long it swells around my sock (partially due to diabetes) so much it gets freaky. When I nick my shin against something just wrong i drop to my knees in agony.
I hope that is the worst shop accident I have. Now outside the shop . . .I have done some things to myslef that if I told I would lose any credibility i might have here.
Sorry aboput the length.
Edit. I just walked over to the corner of the shop and actually counted and measured the blades. there are only 5. They are as follows:
Maybe joasis knows exactly how much they might weigh; I know the 56" ones are well over 100 pounds so the others can't too far back.