So . . . a topic to discuss less than brilliant knife-related bahaviors.
Friday night I dropped my ZT0560 between my leg and the arm of a recliner. When I reached to get it, I remembered as the blade was parting the flesh on the end of my ring finger that it was open. Not the smartest move, but it was sharp and didn't hurt much. It took a couple of minutes of pressure to stop the bleeding, then I washed it, more pressure, and then a bandage.
Fast forward to a couple of hours ago. I was changing the bandage and I didn't have tape I could tear as easily, so I was using the same knife to cut strips of tape. The observant among you have already deduced that I sliced the crap out of my middle finger on the same hand while doing so. With. The. Same. Knife.
I'm not that bright.
After you ridicule me, share your own story!
Friday night I dropped my ZT0560 between my leg and the arm of a recliner. When I reached to get it, I remembered as the blade was parting the flesh on the end of my ring finger that it was open. Not the smartest move, but it was sharp and didn't hurt much. It took a couple of minutes of pressure to stop the bleeding, then I washed it, more pressure, and then a bandage.
Fast forward to a couple of hours ago. I was changing the bandage and I didn't have tape I could tear as easily, so I was using the same knife to cut strips of tape. The observant among you have already deduced that I sliced the crap out of my middle finger on the same hand while doing so. With. The. Same. Knife.
I'm not that bright.
After you ridicule me, share your own story!