Somebody stabbed me. It was me, after an epic struggle with my destiny and a loaf of bread. I stabbed myself in the foot with my WWII. I swear I wasn't prancing around like a wannabe ninja in my mom's basement, nor pretending to be having a duel to the death (almost) with Star Wars Kid.
What really happened was I was cleaning my WWII with some Ajax to polish off some of the patina so the blade will cut sticky, steaming-hot fresh bread a little more smoothly. Ajax does a pretty good job for that. I was waving the knife around to dry off the little hard to reach areas after wiping it down with a paper towel. Drying it off quickly prevents rust in the spots that the wipe-down misses.
While waving it around, the slippery horn handle popped out of my hand like a watermelon seed, and the knife went point-first into the top of my shoe. I didn't feel a thing, and at first, I thought I had just dropped it, and the handle was what hit my shoe. When blood started splurching out the sides of my shoe, I had a brief flashback to the traumatic moment, and instantly realized what had actually happened. The point of the blade went through the top of my shoe, and into the top of my foot.
I have never sharpened the blade, and the most challenging cutting I've ever done with it was on some crusty day-old bread. Thankfully, it only penetrated about a quarter of an inch, and the rubbery top of the shoes I was wearing did a very good job of stopping it from penetrating further. The cut is also only about a quarter of an inch long, and it bled a fair bit over time, but it was slowly enough to not cause much alarm when I finally noticed it.
I doused the wound with hydrogen peroxide to clean up whatever nasty bugs followed the blade from my shoe to my flesh. Shoes aren't the pinnacle of virgin sterility, so that disinfection part is important. The wound is deep enough I had a hard time opening it up all the way to get the peroxide into it before it filled up and expelled the disinfectant with fresh blood. I'm hoping whatever I couldn't reach was pushed out too.
I never did like the slick horn handle, and I think I'll wrap it with paracord once I superglue the new cracks it has, thanks to the impact on the floor. My foot is more bruised than cut, so I think I got lucky this time.
What really happened was I was cleaning my WWII with some Ajax to polish off some of the patina so the blade will cut sticky, steaming-hot fresh bread a little more smoothly. Ajax does a pretty good job for that. I was waving the knife around to dry off the little hard to reach areas after wiping it down with a paper towel. Drying it off quickly prevents rust in the spots that the wipe-down misses.
While waving it around, the slippery horn handle popped out of my hand like a watermelon seed, and the knife went point-first into the top of my shoe. I didn't feel a thing, and at first, I thought I had just dropped it, and the handle was what hit my shoe. When blood started splurching out the sides of my shoe, I had a brief flashback to the traumatic moment, and instantly realized what had actually happened. The point of the blade went through the top of my shoe, and into the top of my foot.
I have never sharpened the blade, and the most challenging cutting I've ever done with it was on some crusty day-old bread. Thankfully, it only penetrated about a quarter of an inch, and the rubbery top of the shoes I was wearing did a very good job of stopping it from penetrating further. The cut is also only about a quarter of an inch long, and it bled a fair bit over time, but it was slowly enough to not cause much alarm when I finally noticed it.
I doused the wound with hydrogen peroxide to clean up whatever nasty bugs followed the blade from my shoe to my flesh. Shoes aren't the pinnacle of virgin sterility, so that disinfection part is important. The wound is deep enough I had a hard time opening it up all the way to get the peroxide into it before it filled up and expelled the disinfectant with fresh blood. I'm hoping whatever I couldn't reach was pushed out too.
I never did like the slick horn handle, and I think I'll wrap it with paracord once I superglue the new cracks it has, thanks to the impact on the floor. My foot is more bruised than cut, so I think I got lucky this time.