NEVER cut yourself???? (Warning - a few graphic pics)

I stabbed my foot trying to catch a falling knife from breaking the tip
So I extended my foot
Turns out I kicked the tip
Esee 4 CPM-S35VN
Went right through my ariat boot and My foot
Blood everywhere
ER doctor said I was lucky, a little bit to the left I'd need a cane
I sighed and said " guess I can't justify using a sword cane then"
He was puzzled
 
ShaiHulud said:
I stabbed my foot trying to catch a falling knife from breaking the tip
So I extended my foot
Turns out I kicked the tip
Esee 4 CPM-S35VN
Went right through my ariat boot and My foot
Blood everywhere
ER doctor said I was lucky, a little bit to the left I'd need a cane
I sighed and said " guess I can't justify using a sword cane then"
He was puzzled
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I still remember walking through the ER after admittance, the second nurse informed asking "Wait, the knife was on a ring??"
 
Awesome topic. As a father I think about this a lot. I think you’re doomed to cut yourself sooner or later. In my mind what you can course correct is the severity of the cut.

When it’s time, I’m going to teach my son that he’s going to cut himself someday, but if he’s safe and smart enough it will be a bandaid and not a trip for stitches.

Knives will betray you the moment you get too confident and/or careless. I think it’s healthy to assume it’s a matter of time.
 
EngrSorenson said:
Awesome topic. As a father I think about this a lot. I think you’re doomed to cut yourself sooner or later. In my mind what you can course correct is the severity of the cut.

When it’s time, I’m going to teach my son that he’s going to cut himself someday, but if he’s safe and smart enough it will be a bandaid and not a trip for stitches.

Knives will betray you the moment you get too confident and/or careless. I think it’s healthy to assume it’s a matter of time.
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Had to tell mine that it's bound to happen, we had one ER worthy visit for him, of course they just tried to glue it. Good luck with that on the back of a finger in June during youth soccer season. He's since been more careful.
 
Wild Willie said:
Had to tell mine that it's bound to happen, we had one ER worthy visit for him, of course they just tried to glue it. Good luck with that on the back of a finger in June during youth soccer season. He's since been more careful.
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You can’t save them from it. It’s one of the reasons I hesitate teaching him a love for knives- never use a knife, never cut yourself. But… “never use a knife” sounds like a wicked punishment for brief moments of lapsed judgement.
 
EngrSorenson said:
You can’t save them from it. It’s one of the reasons I hesitate teaching him a love for knives- never use a knife, never cut yourself. But… “never use a knife” sounds like a wicked punishment for brief moments of lapsed judgement.
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As much as I'd like both of my children to never get hurt, some lessons have to be learned the hard way. I'm 34 and still cut myself being an idiot...
 
EngrSorenson said:
Awesome topic. As a father I think about this a lot. I think you’re doomed to cut yourself sooner or later. In my mind what you can course correct is the severity of the cut.

When it’s time, I’m going to teach my son that he’s going to cut himself someday, but if he’s safe and smart enough it will be a bandaid and not a trip for stitches.

Knives will betray you the moment you get too confident and/or careless. I think it’s healthy to assume it’s a matter of time.
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Exactly. Teach them how to handle the situation and cover some simple basic dos and don't on how to handle the blade
 
First time I remember cutting myself was when I closed my SAK on my finger when I was about 8. It was a good lesson to keep my fingers away from the path of the blade. I've cut myself here and there since, nothing that needed anything more than a plaster.

However, last year I stupidly instinctively tried to catch a freshly sharpened machete that slipped out my hand. I had closed my hand around the edge when I caught it and knew immediately that I had seriously cut myself. I had cut halfway through my index finger down to the bone, severing a nerve and nearly my tendon. It needed stitches, but I was not in a position to get them, so I wrapped it up in toilet paper and duct tape and it healed OK. Have a pretty cool scar now and have lost some sensation in the finger, but at least it's still attached. Good lesson to NEVER catch a falling knife!
 
I stupidly cut myself 2 months ago. Trying to trim rubber on a snowblower impeller kit after it was installed, and instead of taking an extra minute to use a board to stop the impeller from moving I thought ‘I can hold it and cut it while being careful’. So of course with too much force on 3/8” rubber it gave and I smacked my hand. It was too deep and in a bad spot that needed sutures. Glue and Dermabond work great for lots, but not great for some. All to save time! Lol.
 
Hashishiin said:
I still remember walking through the ER after admittance, the second nurse informed asking "Wait, the knife was on a ring??"
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All I remember is being asked a bunch of questions while high off light headedness and getting My bandage changed 3 times, and waiting in two separate questionable waiting rooms
I lost a lot of blood so I needed a wheel chair
It was like drinking way too much and the room was spinning, super dizzy
I was trying to make peace with God
Fast forward--- I have a huge reddish purple slit scar on my right root now
 
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Alright, I guess I might as well fess up to my past sins. When I was a freshman in college I worked part time at a grocery store. I had just bought a Gerber Paraframe thinking it was the coolest thing.
Well I got bored near the end of my shift one night and decided to do dumb things with my super cool new knife. I wanted to practice drawing the knife from my pocket and deploying the blade as quickly as possible. So to try and push myself to be faster, I found an empty cardboard box in the backroom, and with nobody around, proceeded to hurl it straight upward, draw and open the knife, then stab the box before it could fall to the ground.
After doing this a few times with some successes and some failures, I attempted again. Except this time, I was in such a rush to not miss the falling box, I neglected to lock the blade open prior to fully gripping the handle. Thus, when I proceeded to thrust the blade into the box, it promptly closed onto my fingers.
Blood immediately started gushing. My head quickly filled with fright. Was I going to get in trouble for screwing around at work? Did I need to go to the hospital and get stitches? Was I going to get fired for having a "weapon" in the workplace?
I rushed to the bathroom and held my hand under the faucet. The blood continued to flow and showed no sign of stopping. Adamant that I could fix the situation, I wrapped my hand in paper towel and hurried over to the nearest first aid station.
Bandaids, a bandage roll, antiseptic, alcohol wipes, and gauze were quickly raided and carried back to the bathroom. Removing the paper towels from my hand revealed an absolute crimson mess. Running my hand under the faucet again, I managed to get the bleeding to slow.
Quickly patting the wound relatively dry, I applied an egregious amount of antiseptic ointment. Two thick gauze pads were placed on top and a bandage roll was wrapped around my hand to keep everything tight.
Quickly wiping blood spatter from the porcelain sink, I tried my best to make the restroom not look like a horror movie scene. I grabbed a mop and bucket and wiped up all of the blood I had left where I had committed my act of stupidity as well as the trail of blood droplets leading to the restroom. Satisfied that I had sufficiently concealed my accident, I clocked out and went home.
Changing my gauze pads a couple times over the next 24 hours, the bleeding retarded enough to require only some liquid bandage. Using this for another 3 days or so, I eventually was able to avoid ever needing any stitches and somehow my scar is barely even noticeable.
I quickly lost interest in carrying a knife and eventually lost the knife itself. In time I eventually got back into carrying and using folding knives, but the lesson I had learned then still persists to this day: treat tools with respect.
 
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