I had just gotten a new Endura 4 FFG in blue and was very excited about it, I was playing around with it and fondling it like we all do when we open up a new knife. It's a universal symptom of our knife addiction.
Standing in my living room, I had just spun the handle into a reverse grip, when something distracted me, I think my dog barking outside. As I turned to check out the distraction, I gently brought my hand down without thinking about it...
I felt something "brush" the front of my jeans, and before I even looked I distinctly remember thinking to myself, "Oh that was the knife, I need to be more careful or I'll stick myself!" So I look down a my thigh, and there's the Endura stabbed into my thigh with blood squirted across the blade. :eek: still felt absolutely no pain. My hand is still on the knife, which of course I pull right out, in shocked slow motion.
At this point, I think I only gave myself maybe a small scrape, or at the very least something fixed by a few minutes of pressure and a big band aid, so I head downstairs to my basement restroom and (I can't believe I did this) rinse the blood of the blade while I hold a nearby rag to my leg, which still doesn't hurt.
I close the blade and slide it back onto my pocket, but when I look at my leg again, I finally take a good look at what I did to myself... I can clearly see an inch long cut, at least 3/4" of inch deep, with a soon foot by 6" blood stain in my jeans. Even though I just looked into my cut thigh muscles and a hollywood style spreading blood stain, my first thought is to move my phone from my right pocket to my left before it's drenched in blood. *facepalm*
It's only now that I have the "oh shoot!!' realization that I am drenched in blood and a band aid won't do the trick. As I head back up the stairs, maybe 1 minute after I stabbed myself, the pain starts- no sting, just a horrible aching cramp in the cut muscle that screams every time I try to use it. I'm limping terribly, soon I won't be able to walk at all.
A family member drives me to the local urgent care for 6 stitches and a few laughs. The walk from the car into the urgent care was the most painful experience of my entire life, and I've broken bones, jumped into a pool backwards and slammed my head on the deck, and been sent to the hospital by a broompole. I thought I was going to pass out after just a step or two.
When I wasn't trying to move, I still have that horrible "I just ran my muscle full speed into a doorknob" feeling that didn't go away til I forced a few Vikaden down when I finally made it home.
2 days of crippled misery and a ton of embarrassment later, I still can barely walk and hurt every time I move. The cut was right across the muscle in the middle front of my right thigh. I've had a lot of time to catch up on YouTube, forums, and some old movies, at least...
Lessons learned: Please, never ever stab yourself, for me? It hurts.
More "practical" lessons? A reverse grip is pretty dangerous to yourself if you don't know what you're doing. :rolleyes: And you are distracted.
It took zero pressure for the tip of the Endura to go straight through jeans and the pocket beneath and then an inch into my leg.
It was over a minute before I felt any pain or was immobilized at all.
After maybe a minute, I've been pretty well impaired for days, just from one "small" stab.
So I repeat: DON'T DO THIS TO YOURSELF!!!
Take Care! :spyder:
Just for the record, though:
