Now I am reminded why I quit welding things about 35 years ago...I did forget one small detail to yesterdays' update. In retrospect, It's actually a fairly major tidbit because it adds the "human factor" to what I do.
The very first thing I do.
The very first minute, of the very first hour of the 8 hour day I spent in the basement yesterday I have a little "Young Frankenstein minute".
I was gonna tack weld part of the revamped tail light panel in place. I thought that I'd just hold the pieces in place w/ my bare hand.
Literally no sooner did I pull the trigger on the gun, and a blob of molten metal spattered off of the steel I was welding on, and landed on the ring finger of my left hand.
It landed, then proceeded to melt it's way to into my finger, all while my knowledge of that was obscured by the darkened lens on my welding helmet.
The pain signaling my brain that there was "an incident" that I needed to pay attention to caused my
OWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!! reaction.
I flung my helmet open to see this in full fester, that little molten ball now on the ground still glowing red, only now w/ part of my finger on it.