I'm not posting this to inform people of safety, I know you are all probably safer than I was, but rather to remind myself and those like myself that ignoring safety is a foolish choice.
I dropped a blade in my lap today. It fell a maximum of eight inches but still sliced open an inch section of my thigh. It should probably get stitches but maybe I deserve a bigger scar on this one.
I was holding it up with a bit of rayskin to see how much rayskin to cut off the whole piece. The blade fell but the rayskin stayed in my hands. Upon feeling a surprisingly unremarkable pinch I looked down and saw my own fatty tissue poking out of my jeans (someday I'll write a poem about the moments between seeing my flesh and identifying my flesh for what it was. I actually went through at least two theories before figuring it out in less than half a second or so). Had I been leaning back and holding this close to my face instead of leaning forward and bringing my face to the work, well I suppose you can imagine on your own where the blade could have fallen. Had the angle been slightly different I think the blade would have stuck in my leg and held the blade straight up (it's a relatively heavy blade, the largest I've worked with so far, and I'm thinking about going smaller now, LOL).
Of course I now have the same blade well wrapped in tape and cardboard as it should have been in the first place. I should have had the blade in a vise so I wouldn't have to hold the blade at all and kept both hands on the rayskin.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda....didn't. On the bright side, I learned the lesson hard but relatively cheap. I took for granted what I was doing and let myself become careless.
Least I know the blade will work for processing meat...
I dropped a blade in my lap today. It fell a maximum of eight inches but still sliced open an inch section of my thigh. It should probably get stitches but maybe I deserve a bigger scar on this one.
I was holding it up with a bit of rayskin to see how much rayskin to cut off the whole piece. The blade fell but the rayskin stayed in my hands. Upon feeling a surprisingly unremarkable pinch I looked down and saw my own fatty tissue poking out of my jeans (someday I'll write a poem about the moments between seeing my flesh and identifying my flesh for what it was. I actually went through at least two theories before figuring it out in less than half a second or so). Had I been leaning back and holding this close to my face instead of leaning forward and bringing my face to the work, well I suppose you can imagine on your own where the blade could have fallen. Had the angle been slightly different I think the blade would have stuck in my leg and held the blade straight up (it's a relatively heavy blade, the largest I've worked with so far, and I'm thinking about going smaller now, LOL).
Of course I now have the same blade well wrapped in tape and cardboard as it should have been in the first place. I should have had the blade in a vise so I wouldn't have to hold the blade at all and kept both hands on the rayskin.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda....didn't. On the bright side, I learned the lesson hard but relatively cheap. I took for granted what I was doing and let myself become careless.
Least I know the blade will work for processing meat...