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I was talking with a doctor the other day when he complimented me on the sharpness of my knives.
I was in there to get my left hand sewn up after slicing off a chunk of meat on my index finger and slicing open the tip of the next finger....the knife I was sharpening touched the side of the contact wheel and snapped the knife downwards catching the fingers...late in the day and working while fatigued.
This is the first time in a very long time that I have injured myself working with knives, just figured I could do one job before I quit. Should have listened to that little voice in my head that was telling me not to do any more.
The biggest coincidence was running into the Plastic surgeon who was a customer of mine. You meet the people in the strangest places.
I was in there to get my left hand sewn up after slicing off a chunk of meat on my index finger and slicing open the tip of the next finger....the knife I was sharpening touched the side of the contact wheel and snapped the knife downwards catching the fingers...late in the day and working while fatigued.
This is the first time in a very long time that I have injured myself working with knives, just figured I could do one job before I quit. Should have listened to that little voice in my head that was telling me not to do any more.
The biggest coincidence was running into the Plastic surgeon who was a customer of mine. You meet the people in the strangest places.