Though I have more slice wounds than I can count on one hand, none are self-inflicted. I'd like to share a recent story about a run in my friend Camilo had with my 806SD2.
So Camilo, a crazy Mexican, is playing with my new toy. I look away for just an instant, and I hear a gasp followed shortly afterwards by a thump. I looked over to see Camilo, his girlfriend Rachel, and about three onlooking spectators all staring at Camilo's left foot with jaws wide open. He had dropped the knife from chest height and it had fallen directly on the point, which was now somewhere inside Camilo's foot. When he removed his shoe, what I noticed was a small red dot of blood on his white sock which was exponentially spreading, and doing so RAPIDLY.

I swear in that moment that I assumed that my buddy had lost a toe (hopefully not a real important one). But worry not, Camilo's toes are still all in place, and though he probably should have gone to a hospital by most people's standards, I am pre-med and my friend Sloan is a former boyscout, so we had the situation pretty much covered. :jerkit: The moral of the story is: DON'T DROP A KNIFE ON YOUR FOOT.