I was splitting wood with one of my choppers about two years ago, simple splits on flat boards and I was sitting on a little chair just getting kindling made for a fire that afternoon behind my parents house. I split a piece with a knot in it and istead of stopping the blade goes out the left side and into my leg above the ankle. I feel the pressure of the blade but it didnt feel like a cut, I saw blood squirt into the air. It all happened in slow motion I tried to get to the house but my left leg was limp from the ankle down. I get to the kitchen and I am holding my ankle squeezing as hard as I can. My grandmother (visiting) comes up the stairs and I yell to call an ambulance she says why? Sees the blood all over the floor and coming through my fingertips and screams lol.
My cousin is an eagle scout and has LOTS of first aid training to boot, so does my father. They get my leg elevated and add pressure till the amublance arrives. I start feeling light headed and comment on how beautiful one of the workers is

she proceeded to tell me I lost too much blood to acuratley gauge her

. In the ambulance the lights get blurry, I feel sick and start blacking out. She saw this and kept me awake.
A bit of blood and some stiches and cookies and I was back to limping. The nurses at the hospitol were all perplexed about me using a knife and why I was making a fire in the summer. Actually as the nurses were all young and hot and working the night shift I made out pretty good. I still dont have feeling in the left side of my foot and if you poke the scar I feel wierd sensations from the nerves. They said I was lucky I didnt bleed to death, which if I had been by myself I just might have.
On another story I cut my finger to the bone badly one time, they got me into a room quickly but forgot about me apparently as I waited 3hours by myself until my g/f at the time arrived. She reminded them of my situation and I got stiches not 10 min later.
I have had many such trips to the hospitol from cuts but the leg one was the scariest I think.
OK,
But first of all..this story about had me puking and laughing at the same time...thats a rare sensation.. thanks.
To the OP, glad you are OK.
Have I ever cut myself with a knife? Yup..3 times stand out in my memory..although, I have cut myself MANY times at work with a utility knife..the most dangerous knife, IMO.
I will do this fast as loose.
1. When I was 11 years old, my Mom bought me a SAK, I like Mcgyver, and wanted one bad..so at Easter, instead of candy..I had a SAK...pretty cool right? Well, one day while sitting on the edge of my bed, I was using the scissors to trim a toe nail, and slipped..I stabbed all the was through my ankle..right behind the Achilies tendon. That really hurt quite a bit.
2. I was stabbed ON ACCIDENT by a friend, in the hand...I swear, it true!!! Small spyderco, went through my pinky, and into the 3rd finger..4 stitches.
I was questioned AT LENGTH by the nurse..I only admitted to having cut myself on a beer bottle...he knew I was lying. I was a bit buzzed, so it didnt matter all that much to me.
3. I came home, when I was around 17, I had ordered a Camillus boot dagger from SMKW's..oh say 6 weeks earlier..this was the 80's mind you. I saw the package..and was like "awesome!!"
I went inside, opened the box, and looked at my new knife...these had a spring retention in the sheath...I thought to myself..man, that doesnt look very safe..and preceded to hold onto the sheath..and wave the knife around. Mind you, I am 17...well, in a herky jerky motion..the knife left the sheath..my hand and the sheath were moving pretty fast..the knife was "hovering" in mid air...and I stabbed myself in the hand..through the pinky..and into the next finger... same finger that gets stabbed 4 years later...no kidding.
I drove myself to the hospital, by sitting on my right hand, rapped in a bundle of paper towels.