Had damn near the same experience, except with caustic soda. The Big Guy likes to remind us of how stupid we are. After you clean your shorts, kiss the kids, kiss the wife and buy a lottery ticket.
Had damn near the same experience, except with caustic soda. The Big Guy likes to remind us of how stupid we are. After you clean your shorts, kiss the kids, kiss the wife and buy a lottery ticket.
Close calls are awesome - allow for moments to take stock in your life.
Years ago, I was changing out the rear drive-shaft U-Joint on my '74 Bronco. I didn't chock the wheels, just put it into Park, and it was on a sloped driveway. As soon as the shaft dropped, the Bronco started rolling back. I somehow rolled out from under it as the front wheels caught the bottom of my pants-leg. I ran after it as it gained speed down the drive toward the neighbor's cars parked across the street. It stopped when it hit the fire hydrant at the end of the drive. Wife came home and found me sitting on the porch, chain smoking with a bottle of Scotch.
Glad you're OK - lesson you will never forget.
Glad your reflexes saved you! If there's one thing the Navy taught me, it was great respect for steam and high pressure fluids. I don't know if your company has a safety procedure or protocol, but the Navy's Equipment Tag Out system was written in blood. From what you described, a Navy Safety Center inspector would have had a heart attack - never rely on check valves for isolation, double isolation from high pressure fluids with a drain open between.
Glad to hear you're OK.
Liberals never met a slippery slope they didn't grease.
-Me
I wish technology solved people issues. It seems to just reveal them.
-Also Me