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

Only ever cut myself while playing with my knives like a fidget toy and maybe twice at most (can only recall once, Kershaw ET) with one exception... before I got into guns I slept with a knife under my pillow. I kept it sheathed so it's not what you think. One night I was awakened by a loud banging sound and, admittedly still slightly drunk from a day full of boozing, thought somebody was trying to break into my place. So I grabbed my knife, unsheathed it and rolled out of bed to go check things out. I got to my front door and looked out to see my neighbor on top of his house at 4am chipping ice off his skylight. I laughed and realized how stupid I was then I felt a drop of liquid hit my foot. My first thought was that my roof was leaking, but no, I turned on the light and it was a red drop and voila there it was a super clean and deep cut on my leg where I rolled out of bed and over my knife. So like the hungover genius I was, instead of going to get stitches and paying a gigantic emergency bill I cut up a tshirt, wrapped it tightly in duct tape and went back to bed. Still have the scar and the skin is slightly discolored like an odd brownish green there, but never any physical issues and that was maybe a decade ago. Fun times.
 
MadeOnABench said:
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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It's a rite of passage, cutting yourself
The chances of cutting yourself increase when you use a knife, whether in the kitchen or elsewhere
I'm covered in knife scars from dumb sh*t I did over the years, but the best thing to do is keep on carrying and be better next time, we don't stop driving cars just because we get into an accident, least most of us anyway
I'd say keep carrying it, and because your wound (as well as mine) happened while doing something dumb, like kicking the tip or katana drawing a folder, just don't do those stupid things and we'll be right as rain
 
In the investment community they tell you, metaphorically, that it's a mistake to "catch a falling knife." As a public service, I would like to advise the knife community that it is also a bad idea to LITERALLY catch a falling knife, no matter how much you paid for it, or how much you love it.

 
I was cutting some twigs with my Skrama, grabbed a bunch of the them and slashed, whereupon the blade caught a tree branch above, redirected the cut and I almost lost my thumb. The scar is still there, six years later.
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EDIT: the cut & stitches
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2023 is cut-free! (so far)

Yesterday I did revisit some photos of my last serious knife wound when I was looking for pics of when I split my head open on the edge of a stair back in August of 2009.

Hmm. Why do I have a collection of photos of different injuries?
 
Yep been cut a few times as it comes with the terrain. The worst was getting hit in the shin while wearing shorts cutting vines after hearing a clank sound. It was with a Busse Battle Mistress, swung that Biiitchh a little too hard after cutting down a hard azz tree. Anyway about 4 stitches worth went in the house put a butterfly on it and went back to work. It blead for a few days but finally healed up. It got blood all over the sheets while sleeping is how I figured out the wound was still seeping. Its all good now and sh!t happens when using/playing with sharp objects sometimes so be careful out there.
 
I have never, ever cut myself with any of my knives. Oh damn, I see smoke coming from my pants!

(You gotta be old for this one)
 
Benign cuts are a thing when using and sharpening blades. I often discover a superficial cut (just the skin) only next day... It may happen with a little blood on the moment, though, but nothing a Band Aid can't fix. It's always a matter of being distracted, hurrying or lacking focus. Now, if you inflict yourself a major injury (like emergency worthy...), it's time to reflect, reconsider and seriously change your ways.
 
Despite carrying a knife almost all the time for many years, I only ever cut myself with a knife or tool once every 5 years or so and never too seriously.

Since becoming a crazy knife collector that's gone up to once every 2 years due to handling knives that are very different on a regular basis, often several different ones in a day. A lot more frequent moments of sudden jerking back after just touching the skin with a blade than before too. I'm pretty certain that if I only used one knife for several months at a time or maybe just one folder and one fixed over that time, I'd likely have less issues that way too.

I also handle them a lot more in the last 5 years than I used to. Before 5 years ago, knives were rarely just handled for more than using, sharpening, or moving it from place to place.
 
It's inevitable. I've cut myself many times over the years but never bad enough to need stitches...knock on wood.
 
If you use a hammer, eventually you hit your thumb. If you use pliers, eventually you pinch a finger. If you sharpen and use knives, you will cut yourself. The worst cuts are usually from stupid carelessness or careless stupidness. And I’ve got the scars to prove it.:)
 
I have these incredibly heavy butter knives at home. One day I was making my five year old of peanut butter and jelly sandwich barefoot in the kitchen. The knife hit the counter, slipped down. I thought I’d stop it from possibly breaking a tile by sticking my foot out. It intern decided to put a 2 inch gash into the top of my foot. I I mediately, grabbed it and pinched it together and called my wife to go get the superglue from my office. She thought I was out of my mind. Had to go into the front bathroom stick my foot in the bathtub because there was so much blood everywhere. she rinsed it we dried it proceeded to glue it together as best we could and then had to take my daughter to school which I realized I wasn’t gonna be able to put on a sock so I grabbed my Birkenstocks. One step was all it took and half of that gash opened back up and filled my Birkenstock with blood before I even made it out the door Back into the bathroom back into the bathtub having my wife superglue it for real this time I still have the scar from that, my daughter keeps telling me to watch out for those butter knives
 
I did rip open my index finger on a machete once trying to stick it in the ground, which happened to be frozen solid so I guess that counts.
The blade stopped, my hand kept going, and I got the inside of my knuckle including cutting the artery in half. That one had to be sewed back up.
That was the worst, but I have cut myself a bunch.
I nipped a little of the tip of my finger off on a knife onetime when I was closing it one handed and got the tip of my middle finger in the way. I was driving at the time and not really paying attention, and it was a new knife that I was not familiar with (Gerber 06 Fast)
Those little serrations were sharp as all get out and nipped a piece off, and it was a couple of seconds before I realized what had happened. I didn't think I was going to ever get that one to stop bleeding.

Public Service Announcement, #1 do not attempt to stab with a machete #2 Do not attempt to close a knife one handed while not looking and distracted.
Both were pretty stupid on my behalf
 
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