Used to have a nice ShopSmith, and loved using it. But one day about 40 years ago, in a moment's inattention, I bobbed the end of my right middle finger.
Felt like a sledgehammer had hit my finger! I asked my wife to bring me something that would work for a tourniquet; she brought me a beach towel.
Told her to run over to another Ranger's house, see if they would watch my daughter while we went to the ER. While she was gone, I ripped off a 1" wide strip of towel and tied off the finger.
At the ER, they fixed it up a bit, and told me to see the orthopedic Doc first thing in the morning.
So, in the morning I went to the Doc. Coincidentally, my wife had an appointment at the OB/GYN - she was complaining of bladder problems. The two offices were about 50 yards apart, so whoever got done first would go wait on the other one.
That Doc probed, plundered and ruinated my finger, then wrapped it all up. As luck would have it, I was done first, and went to wait on the wife.
You ever been to an OB/GYN's office? It is FILLED with wimmins, most of them pregnant, and all of them looking at you like, "You're one of those #$^&&$& that got us this way!"
Made my way over to the little window, and told the receptionist that I was her to meet my wife, and she looked at me and said, "Oh, Mr. Wilcox, you are going to be a Daddy!"
I looked at her and said, "I've already got TWO of the little $^@$^^&'s", and fainted!
Not the best reaction. So be careful around saws - they make babies come along.