As a former Butcher I suffered numerous injuries, usually minor stuff.
1 nasty one came thus:-
Some poor old lady came to the counter bang on closing time, asking for marrowbones "for my dog" - ok, grabbed the biggest bone I could find and started, in a temper, to cut the knuckles off the ends of a thigh bone, with a hacksaw. The hacksaw slipped and cut across the top of my hand at a 45 deg angle and opened the skin etc across the tendon of my index finger. Fortunately, it failed to cut the actual tendon - that made me sweat. Oh, and the reason for the temper? I had just finished scraping the butchers block clean and had to mess it up again.
Think my worst injury came a few years later. My late father in law had a Kukri (Gurkha knife) atop their wardrobe - it was a wartime souvenir from Burma - and the mother in law asked if I could get rid of it for safety's sake. OK says I, but let's have a look at it.
So, like an idiot, I curled my fingers around the sheath and withdrew the knife - yep, all four fingers were cut deep, so off to A&E.
The sheath was made of wood and covered in leather. As I withdrew the blade (still razor sharp) it cut through the old leather like paper, hence the injury.
Later, took the weapon to a TA Centre and presented it to the JR's mess. One of the corporal's put it in a desk drawer with a view to mounting it later (I'd told him what had happened to me). At some point the same corporal decided to have another look at the knife and....suffered the exact same injury as me.
We made a right comical sight walking around with 4 jumbo sausage-sized bandages each on our hands!
Regards,
Ray.