Bit of a long post, but if were talking sharp tools and accidents.......
About 7 years ago I was asked to hang an internal door. No problem.
I usually fit them in the opening and stand back to look at the fit to make sure the gap is even. This time, because the door was in an entrance hall, the draught from the outside door meant the door wouldn't stay put so I held one hand against it while i stood back to check. Fwiiit!!!! (the closest i can get to the sound it made!) My just honed 1 1/2 door hanging chisel that i placed on the table behind me was trapped against something on the table with the edge perfectly in line with my left wrist :shock:
The resulting cut was deep and clean enough so as not to bleed profusely, so I asked for a plaster so that I could finish the job.
Customer was very concerned, saying it needed stitches. Being the trooper i am
i said i would go once i'd finished. A quick patch up with a Winnie the Pooh plaster and I carried on. Meantime, the concerned customer was phoning the casualty dept of the local hospital, but of course, Sunday? No chance!
Anyway, finished the door and scooted off to a Bristol hospital to see if it needed a bit of sewing.....
Nurse looks and says 'A couple of paper ones will do', then cleans the wound, sees how deep it is and says that a doctor better have a look. He comes, looks and reckons 'You may have nicked a tendon'. I was asked to flex my wrist and he said 'no, it's not nicked, you've sliced right through it.' I was then asked perform all the hand movements to determine which one wouldn't function correctly, but all of them worked :shock:
Somewhat baffled, the doc said one of them shouldn't be functioning.
Of course, there is a rational explanation to this, which I told him.
The village I live in is reknowned for being inbred, therefore, all the villagers have six fingers..... My dad being Scottish, but my mum being local meant that the mould was broken meaning that I have five fingers, but obviously the tendon for the sixth, which must have been the one I cut through.
Telling this to the doctor, he didn't know whether to operate or stick me in the psychiatric ward!
I ended up having an op under general anaesthetic immediately, an overnight stay in hospital and six weeks in plaster........
I now look behind me everytime I step backwards!
Andy