Trimming some fat with a fish fillet knife on an icy spring morning. Slipped. Reached for my barn door with both hands so I wouldn't take a ****ter . One hand still had the knife in it. Poked it through my radial artery and had a good pumper going. Vascular surgeon in the ER was right off the boat from Italy, in a tan linen suit that probably rivaled my yearly income. He pulled off the pressure dressing as I was saying I wouldn't do that! I strafed him x3 from head to belt. I don't speak italian, but I certainly recognized some of those words!