I got myself in the shin with a machete yesterday. That sort of stung a wee bit. And, it bled, of course.
Clearing out a native Live Oak stand of its dead fall branches from howling Santa Ana winds of late; and, also taking down the low hangers, so that I can get around within the grove without head-tanglers.
I cut the branches down with a pair of bypass loppers, and then break them down for the greenwaste bin with a machete, which parts them out quickly.
Well, I got the blade stuck in a notch, and when I pulled it out, it aimed straight for the boniest, skinniest face, of the mid-point of my shin. It was almost close enough to being a miss, but, the very end of the spine of the knife, right at the tip, caught me in the shin.
Nope, not the sharpened blade, just the spine, where it tapers into the tip.
It hurt, I'm a pussy, and am admitting it. I rolled over on it a couple of times last night as reminder. I need a shin tampon pad thingy.