forty days and nights of cutlery disasters.

Well, I did lop off the tip of my thumb while slicing a small hard sausage with a pocket knife, the way you see people putting their thumb on the back of a carrot and pulling a knife through... works okay with a dull knife but I didn't realize just how sharp I'd gotten my little knife until I saw the end of my thumb laying on the table. Had a razor edge on it so it was sliced so cleanly that when I put the end back on, it stuck like two pieces of wet glass. Taped it down with a couple of bandaids so I wouldn't knock it loose and hoped it would grow back on, since it would have been a really nasty wound if it didn't. Healed back on in a couple of days and barely bled at all. Have to take a magnifying glass to find the 1/2" ring where my fingerprint lines don't quite match up, though there isn't a visible scar ^-^

Only other incident that I can recall was I was using my finger as an angle guide on a diamond bench stone and nearly ground a neat little hole through my finger nail. No problem really until it grew out as two separate spines with a tissue-paper web between them (kept tearing and catching on everything until it grew out past the ground off spot)
 
As a fifteen year old, I stabbed a SAK into my closet door. Ran my hand up the blade, and left a nice, deep cut at the base of my index finger. Couldn't move it for two weeks, but it healed nicely with only a thin scar. More recently, I used a serrated Spyderco to cut an industrial-strength plastic binding strap off a pair of boxes. Thinking I'd need to use a lot of force, I used my off hand to push against the boxes where I was cutting. Naturally, I was totally wrong, and the knife breezed through the strap and slid across my ring and middle finger knuckles. That bled a lot. Now I have two funky scars across those knuckles, but they're not that noticeable because of the folds of skin over the joints.
 
i was at work at subway a year and a half ago, and there was a kid there who said that he was really experienced with bali's.... i had my bm-42 stainless with me at the time and he wanted to see it....

we all know that the bm-42 is about twice as heavy as most other bali's its size, so he precedes to do very "quick" manuevers with it, succesfully making it fly up into the air. and what does he try to do when it leaves his hands?

catch it.

lets just say the blood had to be mopped up. it was rediculously stupid, not on his part, on mine for ever giving anyone a bali to mess around with - ever :(







when i was 8 i was cutting a plastic peice of tubing with a bread knife, sawing into it pretty hard, as a bread knife simply wont cut plastic tubing. ended up slipping, and running the thing hard across the middle bone of my left hand middle finger... my stepfather said that i should run cold water over it standing at the sink (wich is a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb idea. should have put pressure on it, and kept my head between my legs to keep blood flow to a minimum."

i didnt think it was that bad - but apperently, as i learned about a year ago from my brother, i went into some serious shock and almost blacked out, went to the hospital for stiches, and didnt remember any of it...

so if you ever get a serious cut, anywhere, from anything, DONT LET IT BLEED FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT. put pressure on it.
 
When I was 12 I had this Buck that my Grandfather gave me. It was razor (I mean razor) sharp. Now having been told to never play with the knife, the first chance I get to show my friends how sharp it is I do. (I was 12)

So I get a sheet of white paper, and begin to shave it over, and over again. Hey I didnt cut myself, and all my friends thought it was sooo cool.

So why not shave some hair off my arm? I do and the uhhhhs and ahhs start.
Well for some reason I slip, and slice a good 4 inch gash in my forearm. Now, with my moment of triumph over, my friends amusement turns to mass panic, and in my panic, What do I do?

Well I close the knife of course. See thing is I was so paniced when I closed the knife the side of my thumb was in the way, and It was like a pair of sizzors just sheared the left side of my thumb right off. Now with TWO MAJOR wounds, my friends feel the need to go home. Off they go on there bikes.

I get to tell Mom and Dad, and "win" a trip to the ER.

No scar on the thumb today, but I still bear the scar on my forearm. It works out though today. I always tell the ladies I was in a knife fight in the bar.

Iam so brave arent I.
p.s. I still have grandpa's knife, however I've managed to never cut myself with it again. :)
 
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