Accidental Cut
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I once stepped on a tuna can lid. Sliced very far into the underside of my pinky toe.
It was very bloody,took forever to heal, and was pretty painful.
Luckily, I didn't get tetanus.
It was very bloody,took forever to heal, and was pretty painful.
Luckily, I didn't get tetanus.
I once lost a lot of blood after cutting myself while opening a can of Italian Wedding Soup while watching an interview with Selena Gomez on a late night talk show. I really did lose a lot of blood; most of it went to my erec****.
It was getting into the evening one day and I realized that I needed to chop some kindling for my wood stove. Went outside, took some wood and a hatchet, and started chopping away. I was tired and my mind was elsewhere so I didn't bother to turn the light on.
I had to hold the pieces of wood up with my hand so that I could cut them.
After about 10 minutes I miss the mark a little bit and feel a nice pain in my pointer finger.
Cut off a nice chunk of skin, but it wasn't too noteworthy.
That and I've accidentally cut myself with every knife I own.
I had to hold the pieces of wood up with my hand so that I could cut them.
After about 10 minutes I miss the mark a little bit and feel a nice pain in my pointer finger.
Cut off a nice chunk of skin, but it wasn't too noteworthy.
That and I've accidentally cut myself with every knife I own.
Every time I buy something with a plastic package case.
Every damn time I open them.
Knife cannot cut my flesh. Glass cannot mark my skin.
But packaging? A desk? Time to bleed everywhere >.>
Every damn time I open them.
Knife cannot cut my flesh. Glass cannot mark my skin.
But packaging? A desk? Time to bleed everywhere >.>
Stub my toes. All the time. My father, a doctor, has actually voiced genuine concern about my spacial awareness.
I stuck a knife in my finger once, but that wasn't too bad.
However, as a youngun, a ring-pull can sliced my left thumb open, still have a scar from it. That scar made it so much easier to learn left from right, I just had to look at my thumbs and the one with scar = left!
However, as a youngun, a ring-pull can sliced my left thumb open, still have a scar from it. That scar made it so much easier to learn left from right, I just had to look at my thumbs and the one with scar = left!
Taking apart a sofa over the summer. It pissed me off so I started whaling on the wood with a hammer. Miss, over the head, two handed hammer blow into my shin, not nice.
Last year, just finished butchering a couple of chickens. Cuttibg up a breast for dinner, and take a hefty chunk out of my thumb. Damn good thing I keep my knives so sharp, didn't really hurt at all until 2-3 days later when the nerve started to grow back.
Last year, just finished butchering a couple of chickens. Cuttibg up a breast for dinner, and take a hefty chunk out of my thumb. Damn good thing I keep my knives so sharp, didn't really hurt at all until 2-3 days later when the nerve started to grow back.
Was carving a bit of wood. Knife got stuck, so I tried to jerk it free. Made a nice two inch cut down the back of my thumb.
Another occasion, I ran my thumb across my dad's shaver. Shaved off the front half of my thumb.
ANOTHER time, I didn't look where I was going and ran into a sign. Clipped my ear, damn near tore it right off too.
Another occasion, I ran my thumb across my dad's shaver. Shaved off the front half of my thumb.
ANOTHER time, I didn't look where I was going and ran into a sign. Clipped my ear, damn near tore it right off too.
When I was 4 or 5 years old, the tip of my middle finger was chopped off by a door because I didn't pay attention to where I was placing my hands.
My sister was the one who slammed the door shut though.
My sister was the one who slammed the door shut though.
Sure, I'm game.
Once when I was cycling over a bridge to get home. One of the metal bars from the railing was sticking out 90 degrees, and me, being in my own world listening to music rammed straight into the damned thing. Cut me across my thigh. Doctor's appointment, sterilization of the wound and a pretty neat scar were the results.
And I cut both my hands on my dogs' teeth. They clashed together and I had to separate them (Alaskan Malamute and Siberian Husky, if you're curious). didn't go too well for my part. They got from ut relatively unharmed, luckily.
Puncture wound + scar (which looks hideous) on the palm of my left hand, and a cut wound + scar on the side of my right hand.
Once when I was cycling over a bridge to get home. One of the metal bars from the railing was sticking out 90 degrees, and me, being in my own world listening to music rammed straight into the damned thing. Cut me across my thigh. Doctor's appointment, sterilization of the wound and a pretty neat scar were the results.
And I cut both my hands on my dogs' teeth. They clashed together and I had to separate them (Alaskan Malamute and Siberian Husky, if you're curious). didn't go too well for my part. They got from ut relatively unharmed, luckily.
Puncture wound + scar (which looks hideous) on the palm of my left hand, and a cut wound + scar on the side of my right hand.
I once accidentally stood on a pair of scissors which caused a really deep wound into the base of my foot - however, I didn't feel it at all - I first noticed when I realised the area of ground I was sitting on had gotten really wet feeling. I was limping for weeks once the shock wore off.
Non-accidentally, I once called my teachers bluff as to the sharpness of a chisel, running it along my thumb to prove it definitely wasn't sharp. It was definitely sharp.
Non-accidentally, I once called my teachers bluff as to the sharpness of a chisel, running it along my thumb to prove it definitely wasn't sharp. It was definitely sharp.
I burn myself a lot.
I'm surprisingly good at not cutting myself. I handle knives all the time, and they're almost an extension of me hand. But give me a soldering iron or a hot baking sheet....
I'm surprisingly good at not cutting myself. I handle knives all the time, and they're almost an extension of me hand. But give me a soldering iron or a hot baking sheet....
Nothing ever really serious, but enough small (and some lasting), highly painful wounds from an incessant desire to cock about repairing my own vehicles rather than paying a trained professional to do it properly...
Hint: Exhaust downpipes stay fucking hot for a very long time. Drum brakes have very strong springs. Gearboxes are HEAVY. Lots of tools can have quite a pinching effect if mishandled. And there's all manner of sharp stuff you're not expecting. Luckily I was prewarned about the potential dangers of fuel injectors at working pressure, brake fluid, and burnt-out starter motors and alternators and have always been hella paranoid-careful around them.
Oh and getting your finger trapped in a sprocket-and-chain is but a tiny step less nasty than having it actually cut off, and requires a trip to A&E.
Not to mention all the hypothermia, and probable carcinogenic properties of all the gunk. Probably got to start worrying about strain hernias as I age too.
Hint: Exhaust downpipes stay fucking hot for a very long time. Drum brakes have very strong springs. Gearboxes are HEAVY. Lots of tools can have quite a pinching effect if mishandled. And there's all manner of sharp stuff you're not expecting. Luckily I was prewarned about the potential dangers of fuel injectors at working pressure, brake fluid, and burnt-out starter motors and alternators and have always been hella paranoid-careful around them.
Oh and getting your finger trapped in a sprocket-and-chain is but a tiny step less nasty than having it actually cut off, and requires a trip to A&E.
Not to mention all the hypothermia, and probable carcinogenic properties of all the gunk. Probably got to start worrying about strain hernias as I age too.
Bandsaw in shop class. Lost track of where all my fingers where, so I cut my left pointer finger pretty good.
Had to get a few stitches and missed half a day of school. Yay for that, right?
Had to get a few stitches and missed half a day of school. Yay for that, right?
There was a cleaver in the dish drainer, and I didn't see it while I was reaching for a spoon.
That cut took its sweet time to start bleeding.
I cut myself on the cutter edge of a foil box. I remember my exact thoughts before cutting myself,
this was just after I read the warning label on the box.
"This isn't sharp, what kind of moron could possibly cut them self on th- ow... heh..."
That cut took its sweet time to start bleeding.
I cut myself on the cutter edge of a foil box. I remember my exact thoughts before cutting myself,
this was just after I read the warning label on the box.
"This isn't sharp, what kind of moron could possibly cut them self on th- ow... heh..."