I am so so lucky with knives and sharpies...
The worst cut was on my thumb pushing carrots down a really sharp plughole with my thumb and it didn`t stop bleeding for two weeks - I couldn`t go hozzy to get it stitched because I was driving to the Lake District in NW England in the morning.
The BMW steering wheel was so sticky it was dangerous - there was blood everywhere - all over the car radio - the floor - the hotel bed - it was everywhere - I must have lost a pint of blood the first day - I`m not kidding - but I soldiered on ! - It wasn`t spoiling my hard-earned holiday - sod that !
Now the whole house is full of hundreds of knives, scissors, cut throats and DE razor blades after 50 years of collecting and never got a nick that didn`t stop after 1-2 days.
Plus I am an alcoholic and used an 11000 RPM angle grinder, a petrol chainsaw, a 21" rotary petrol lawnmower, a crosscut saw and percussion drills after 8-10 bottles of red wine or 2-3 litres of vodka - I don`t know how I`m still above ground - nevermind getting cut.I couldn`t do the jobs sober - no chance.
My tolerance was through the roof - I used to go on weekend booze runs to Kracow, Poland to get 98% volume - 196% proof rectified spirit because it is illegal everywhere; it`s miles worse than absinthe, everclear or moonshine.It`s five times stronger than 40% spirits and I used to type trade articles and do newspaper pieces with a strict deadline on an old IBM model M noisy clicky keyboard with no spelling mistakes, offline after a litre - I was seeing three monitors when there was only one there but I had to do my journalism job at night to pay the mortgage.
Before that as a teenager I was mental - cycling home 9 miles in crazy city traffic in the rush hour with my brother having drinking competitions - we regularly had over 30 pints each plus spirits and get home on autopilot.We had drinking bets with sailors, firemen and rugby league players and we always got free drink cos we won the drinking game - not proud of it at all now.
My brother is a bus driver down south and it`s the best job for him cos they do random breath tests so he is straight and super careful at work to keep his job and driving licence.It is a high pressure job so on days off he imbibes a bit of red wine; he can drink 4 bottles of red wine in an hour and look totally sober.
My friends bet me I couldn`t drink sensibly but I`m a stubborn Ruskie scorpio and I proved them wrong - I can go to the pub and have one pint of bitter ale come home and have a cup of tea.I avoid alcoholics and have booze in the house and don`t drink for weeks or months at a time but it has taken me nearly fifty years to control it - so no black-outs, no hangovers and no D.T.s for over three years now - I got stage four liver cirrhosis and totally stopped for 6 months because my liver function test was over 60000 and it was supposed to be 35-70 and that scared me and I got my shit together man.
Of course I have major brain damage after being at least 4-5 times over the drink-drive limit over 9 out of ten days for over 40 years - I had a few sympathetic alcoholic bosses so I could drink at work - I interviewed THEM.
The recommended limit for men in the UK is 14 units a week which is about 7 large glasses of wine - I had about 800-1000 units a week - no wonder I can only remember about a quarter of my life - no use crying over spilt milk haha !
Lots of major skull fractures, a couple of comas and being dead a few times is not good for learning or memory retention either.
I had to re-learn things from scratch - walking, talking - everything - it`s like having a moderate stroke - that happened more than three times anyway.
We both had a strong lager addiction - Carlsberg Special brew - it`s stronger than some white wines at 9% vol - 18% proof - between us we did 150-200 cans a week in plus we were naughty and both of us drove drunk sometimes - terrible I know.
I`m Russian - My friends think I`m bomb-proof which I sort of am - had 3 tracheotomies, drowned - come back twice, had Diphtheria 3 times and double pneumonia I don`t know how many times, been in coma months, died 5-6 times, been blown-up by a landmine in the West Bank at 17 etc plus I still smoke and drink at 60 - boozing since I was eleven.I don`t know if I`m lucky or unlucky - probably a bit of both.
But I have no band-aids or bandages in the house and everything is shaving sharp or quite near apex-ed - I know I`m mad but I`ve had a mad family, mad body and mad bosses.
I do warn my mates about my sharpies and they know I`m always on my diamond plates or the Tormek - so who`s sane haha !
I love sharpening - it`s like stroking a cat - it`s so relaxing and meditative - I drift off - I adore it - I wore an Atoma #140 out in a weekend - it was nearly bald - I did all the gardening hedge shears, hoes, sickles, scythes, spades in the shed to help me chill out.I used to go through angle grinder discs for welding prep and doing drill-bits like toilet paper - easy 5-6 a week.
I was a reluctant DIY-Er - I had no choice - I was brassic - skint - on skid row sometimes.