I tried using flintknapping as a way of relaxing and getting away from thinking about my very sick dad. Sitting in my chair at the entrance of my garage where I do all my knapping I looked down and saw the three bandaids on my left hand thinking " there is something wrong with this picture" when it happened. I was very carefully working on a piece of slabbed agate making one of my better points. I was thinking thru every flake drive when it happened. Someone pulled into the driveway when I was trying to drive a flake and then point of the Ishi stick was sticking in my hand. Blood all over the place. My exact words were, "you got to be kidding me". No cussing or ranting. With my wife being a nurse for 39 years I took her advise and went to the Dr. Two stitches , a shot later and a fourth bandaid.
I am a Dr's visit close to getting this flintknapping thing down, LOL