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I have wiped my blade on my apron and slashed the fabric not far from my femoral artery. I think lack of concentration and some red fluid in a glass had something to do with it.

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A thing I used to do far too regularly was set my knife down on the counter, then brush little bits of debris from my cutting board with my hand. Of course, very often that meant thwacking my "brushing hand" against the blade of my knife, conveniently adjacent. Duh. 

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1 hour ago, haresfur said:

Was watching a show on Noma last night. One of the cooks was slicing tiny garlic cloves with a mandoline bare-handed. Urp. :o

 

That makes me cringe. Big-time.

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On 2/3/2018 at 1:14 PM, Anna N said:

The only way I can come up with having a knife anywhere near your inner thigh is to guess either a falling knife 

 

 

slipped while cutting with it- applying way too much pressure while cutting, lost my balance, toppled with knife hand leading.   Yeah, when I mess up, I mess up big. 

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On 2/2/2018 at 3:24 PM, FeChef said:

I was trying to separate frozen hamburger patties i had sanwiched between wax paper, instead of using a butter knife, i decided to use a paring knife. Knife went straight inbetween the patties and right through my hand and almot severed a tendon in my pinky finger. I could not fully open or close that finger for 2-3 years till it finally healed.

 

 

not as bad as that but I have had the frozen hamburger patties + knife experience. 

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On 2/4/2018 at 12:38 AM, Doofa said:

I have wiped my blade on my apron and slashed the fabric not far from my femoral artery. I think lack of concentration and some red fluid in a glass had something to do with it.

 

yeah, you want to avoid that knife + femoral artery thing. Take it from someone who knows. ;)

 

 

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What if the scar isn't on your hands, arms, legs , or feet, but actually on your neck?  Though I did cut the tip of my finger off on my first day in cooking school.

 

But my main scar is on my neck, between C4-C5, where the doc went in through the front of my neck to remove the herniated disc (the procedure is called an ACDF) and fuse the space left, no doubt caused by years and years of looking down at a counter top or cutting board, or doing some other chore in the kitchen where I might've been more careful.

 

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I was 16 years old in the late 1960s.  My HS guidance counselor said I needed some community service on my "permanent record" to help me secure a college scholarship.  She suggested I become a Candy Striper. 

 

I told her I was squeamish with blood, but she assured me all I would be asked to do was wrap swab bandages, serve food trays and some light clerical duties.  You'll never see a drop of blood, she assured me.

 

My first day on the job I was stuffing billing envelopes outside the ER.  As an ambulance with sirens blazing arrived, a nurse came out and shouted, EVERYONE INSIDE NOW.    

 

In I went with everyone else and I was directed with other clerical staff to bring surgical sheets and covers from everywhere within the ER to the area where the ambulance patient was going to be treated.  

 

The poor man worked across the street at the Krispy Kreme donut shop.  He had somehow gotten his arm (up to his shoulder) stuck in the industrial mixer.  

 

I saw his injuries as he was being moved to the bed.  I stayed in the ER as long as I was needed, then went outside and threw up.  

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I was 16 years old in the late 1960s.  My HS guidance counselor said I needed some community service on my "permanent record" to help me secure a college scholarship.  She suggested I become a Candy Striper. 

 

I told her I was squeamish with blood, but she assured me all I would be asked to do was wrap swab bandages, serve food trays and some light clerical duties.  You'll never see a drop of blood, she assured me.

 

My first day on the job I was stuffing billing envelopes outside the ER.  As an ambulance with sirens blazing arrived, a nurse came out and shouted, EVERYONE INSIDE NOW.    

 

In I went with everyone else and I was directed with other clerical staff to bring surgical sheets and covers from everywhere within the ER to the area where the ambulance patient was going to be treated.  

 

The poor man worked across the street at the Krispy Kreme donut shop.  He had somehow gotten his arm (up to his shoulder) stuck in the industrial mixer.  

 

I saw his injuries as he was being moved to the bed.  I stayed in the ER as long as I was needed, then went outside and threw up.  

 

 

What about the donuts?

 

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I loved working the ER when I was a Candystriper and later when I was going through EMT training as a young adult. My only problems came when I got invited to sew up a gentleman (and I use the term loosely) whose wife/girlfriend had stabbed him in the back...except she hit the shoulder blade, which resulted in a deep, ugly cut to the bone, but no major damage. Guy was drunk enough he didn't care who did what to him. 

 

I was five months pregnant. Had never been bothered by blood. Started to suture...and damn near fainted. Had to hand him off. Doctor laughed at me for days.

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