I had a little bit of of an ironic accident this afternoon, about 13 hours after my review of the Hogue X5 went live. I carried the knife probably 100 days over the course of testing, and if I had so much as nicked myself it was unremarkable enough as to be easily forgotten. Not so this afternoon.
Thing 1 has been home sick the last couple of days, so I hadn’t been able to make a solo trip to the post office. This is relevant because I was talking to her instead of focusing on what I was doing. I was customizing a reused box to ship off some gifts, when my knife slipped and I whacked my left-index knuckle with the edge of the blade. It wasn’t a long, drawn-cut, but a straight on contact. It was less than 2cm long, but it went deep.
I knew immediately it would take a couple of stitches. Unfortunately, I had a sick daughter in tow and my son to pick up from school. Swell.
There is a Doc-in-the-Box near my kids’ school, so I wrapped my finger tightly with some tape and piled her in the car. The rest is pretty uneventful, other than the fact that my daughter was more freaked out with the whole situation and was chattering away 1000 miles an hour. The Doctor and I both smiled. A fresh tetanus booster and 3 stitches later and I was on my way.
Other than the obvious irony of the timing, there are a couple of other amusing anecdotes to relate. I had texted David, Dan, and Allen Elishewitz that the X5 bit me, and Allen must have been talking with Neil Hogue at the time. I know this because Neil responds an earlier email of mine with: “I have heard that the X5 knives are sharp!?”
News travels fast. I inquired if this was in relation to my sitting in a Doc-in-the-Box at that very moment and just got: “Hahaha. Yep.”
Normally it is the snitches that get the stitches. Not in this case.
I was also about 15 minutes past the time I needed to pick up my son, but my wife left work early. When the moms from the kids’ social circle inquired about her being there she told them I was off getting stitches. So when we all sat together at the school’s Christmas Concert this evening, they were all primed to razz the professional knife-writer who teaches knife safety to their Cub Scout children.
I deserve the razzing, I was a bonehead. I am thankful that this is nothing more than a minor inconvenience as opposed to a life-altering accident. Every once and a while we need a bit of a love-bite to remind us to be careful and not take the tools we use for granted.
I texted my personal physician (who is a friend and a terrific smart-ass), and his response summed it up perfectly:
Stay safe everyone.
(anyone have any good injury stories of their own lately? Let us know in the comments.)