Similar to cash71, my worst cut came from a table saw as well. No pics - from December 1983 on a Naval Base....
I was building a dining room table in the Wood Hobby Shop on the US Naval Base in Yokosuka, Japan. I was cross-cutting some braces and had finished cutting them, had turned off the saw and was waiting for the blade to stop spinning before reaching over to get the pieces.
Even though I was telling myself "Wait for the blade to stop, fool, wait for the blade to stop." for some dumb ass reason I had a brain fart and reached across the blade while it was still spinning at about 20 rpm. Caught my left thumb in the blade, ripping the pad 3/4 the way off and leaving a nasty gouge. I still hadn't realized what I had done as I was actually thinking "Why did the blade stop so fast?" Then I felt warm liquid hitting my ear and I realized that my left arm was sticking straight up and I realized what had happened. I looked the saw top over and didn't see any fingers and sighed a big sigh of relief. Then I looked at my hand, saw thumb pad torn back and the blood running out freely,
and promptly put a forefinger/thumb tourniquet around the base of my left thumb.
I went to the front desk and...... no duty petty officer. Sign said "Gone to head. Be right back." So I walked down to the building duty desk, leaving bloody hand prints on every door knob and drops of blood on the floor all the way. Turns out THAT duty PO was an fresh caught E2 just out of A-School assigned to the base. MAYBE 19 years old. Told him he need to call the base ambulance as we had had an accident in the Wood Shop. He asked what happened. I held up my hands and said "Thumb in a table saw." THUD. Passed out right there. So I had to hop the rail (leaving hand prints), and call the base hospital myself (leaving more hand prints).
Told the base hospital what we had and said the patient would be waiting at the front door. Left the office leaving the E2 still passed out on the floor.
The ambulance pulled up and the 2 attendants jumped out.
One said "Well, I see the patient, who called?"
"I did."
"Where's the duty POs?"
"One's in the head doing whatever and the other is passed out on the office floor. Couldn't handle the sight of blood."
So we hop in the ambulance and trundle off to the hospital. Get there, I wait around for a long while, eventually my thumb stops bleeding, and finally a doctor flushes out the wood dust, wraps a bandage on it and says "Come back tomorrow."
Went outside, caught a base taxi back to my ship. When I got there, every one on the Quarterdeck watch (this is pushing midnight by now) is staring in surprise. I asked what's wrong and the Officer of the Deck said "We got a call from the hospital a couple of hours ago that you had cut your arm off. The XO's in his cabin trying to get a replacement for you." Side note - I was Ship's Navigator at the time and we were scheduled to get underway in just under a month. It takes a while to get replacement Navigators. You either get one fresh out of Navigator school or you have to steal one from a ship that isn't going anywhere for a while.
For the next 24 days, I went to the base hospital where they ripped the dry bandage off, abraded the pad with what felt like 00 steel wool, wrapped a new dry bandage on it and said "See you tomorrow." Had to have it done by one of the ship's Corpsmen after we got under way for another 3 weeks, until the thumb pad grew back enough.
OH, and that table? Never did finish it. I got transferred from the ship 2 months later. I had packed up all the small parts in some foot lockers I made and had the lockers, the table top sections and the "raw wood - legs to be" shipped back home with my personal effects. The parts are still in storage out in a shed 33 years later.
I guess I need to get a "round 2 it".
