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MQAAord · November 9th, 2003, 20:43

True Story:

I was closing the door on the EMB, and somehow (to this day I do not know how) I smashed my elbow on the control panel on the FWD bulkhead. It hurt like H*LL. I go in the tiny galley and shake it off, thinking "I'm alright, it's my last turn, I'm done when we get back." I do the weight & balance count, and stick my arm in the cockpit to hand it to the guys. My elbow starts dripping blood on the FMS. The CA turns around looks at me and says "you're bleeding on my airplane!" I didn't know until then that I had ripped a really nasty looking two inch gash in my left elbow. I didn't want to delay the flight, and I was pretty sure there were no ready reserves available. It was my last turn of a 4 day, and yes, I was out of sick time. We all looked at each other and just said a collective "#####". We called ops, my supervisor came out to the plane and escorted me to the UIC medical center at ORD. I think scheduling did find someone to cover for me, but when it came right down to it, I was not physically able to perform my job duties. I was barely able to open the door again when they parked the bridge to take me off. You gotta do what you gotta do, and sometimes that means making the hard decision and saying no, you can't fly.

November 9th, 2003, 20:43	#7
MQAAord Moderator Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: The Looney Bin Posts: 9,042	Re: Flight Attendant Injury True Story: I was closing the door on the EMB, and somehow (to this day I do not know how) I smashed my elbow on the control panel on the FWD bulkhead. It hurt like H*LL. I go in the tiny galley and shake it off, thinking "I'm alright, it's my last turn, I'm done when we get back." I do the weight & balance count, and stick my arm in the cockpit to hand it to the guys. My elbow starts dripping blood on the FMS. The CA turns around looks at me and says "you're bleeding on my airplane!" I didn't know until then that I had ripped a really nasty looking two inch gash in my left elbow. I didn't want to delay the flight, and I was pretty sure there were no ready reserves available. It was my last turn of a 4 day, and yes, I was out of sick time. We all looked at each other and just said a collective "#####". We called ops, my supervisor came out to the plane and escorted me to the UIC medical center at ORD. I think scheduling did find someone to cover for me, but when it came right down to it, I was not physically able to perform my job duties. I was barely able to open the door again when they parked the bridge to take me off. You gotta do what you gotta do, and sometimes that means making the hard decision and saying no, you can't fly.