Woke up to a lot of replies asking to see it and for context so sure okay I can do that.
Just uh, trigger warning if you get squeamish.
So here's where the scar is years later, note the way the flesh is raised on the left side from the scar.
Here's the story:
I was around 17 years old. (Currently 34)
I was sick, I had a pretty bad head cold so I wasn't in school.
My parents were both at work and I was at home myself.
I had recent taken to freezing orange capri-suns and then opening them up and having them like an orange icicle in a pouch?
And I felt like one, I had a bunch I had frozen. I got one out and grabbed a knife to open it.
Being sick, I was head foggy, my dexterity was impaired more than it usually is (yay dyspraxia) and two things went wrong.
1) I was dumb enough with that head fog to cut towards me, not away.
2) Lessened motor control meant less control over the knife.
Well the knife jumped through the ice as soon as it got through the foil, and with that force, it jumped through to the other side and sliced deep into my arm as it did.
There was no pain at all, because I think I was in shock, but I ended up with this massive triangle of flesh just hanging off my arm, and I could lift it and drop it by the hairs and just look straight into the inner workings of my arm.
I wrapped it in a towel, called a taxi and the taxi arrived I sat in the front and calmly said "I need to go to a doctor", they ask "Which one", I say "Nearest one" they say "I need a name", I say "I don't know, just whatever is nearest" and I show the wound.
He goes "Oh god. Okay." and he just drives.
There that's the context.