Can't remember the first knife accident, but two stand out in my memory above all others.
The first happened about 20 years ago with a Buck 119. I was cutting open a brand new pair of headphones and the knife slipped and the point entered my wrist - blood everywhere and instantly. It was only microseconds from the time the point entered my wrist until I dropped the knife and grabbed it with my now free hand. I was all of 18 or 19 at the time and still living with my folks and ran downstairs to the main floor of the house and told them that we need to get to the hospital. A few drops of blood had fallen to the kitchen floor. Dad grabbed the keys and away we went, the whole time my hand was on the wound. They get me into the ER pretty fast and here comes the doc to assess the damage. He asked me to remove my hand and I told him to have a towel or something ready to catch the blood. I removed my hand and my face turned red, not with blood, but humiliation. A wound about a half inch long and a quarter inch deep that had all together stopped bleeding is what I had to show. The doc insisted that I stay and get 3 whole stitched (3 more than what I needed). I still have the scar and a memory. I still don't know why or where all the blood came from, but after we got back home, I spent about 10 minutes wiping down walls, floor, carpet, etc.
The second didn't cause me to panic so much. I was using a box cutter with a brand new razor in it. It was about half an hour before I left for Christmas vacation. I was rushing and need to cut through some zip ties on a shelf. With one swift, less than bright move, I managed to get the tip of my left index finger in front of that darn blade. What I was left with was a quarter inch of my finger tip hanging by a thin piece of skin. Oh how I didn't want to go to the clinic due to the fact that I was about to leave on vacation (granted, I wasn't going too far and was driving, but still). Very little blood until I go to the clinic and they sewed it back on. Seven stitches (three that went through the fingernail) and a stint a bunch of guaze and an hour later I was on the road. I don't have feeling in that finger tip anymore and it points to the left a bit.
Rob