Poltergeist.

Ryan's new kitchen knife flew off the wall and stabbed me in the leg. There was a lot of blood and handwringing and I ruined a pie and dinner. If I ever needed a beer it was that night. Aside from the whole blood-thinning aspect.

I probably needed at least a stitch because it was so deep, but I didn't have a great way of getting to urgent care. 

It took awhile (days) to stop bleeding every time I did anything mildly strenuous. And then there was the day I went to work in 90+ weather and jeans and sweat kept creeping into it and stinging it like knives of fire.

It turned out that I was allergic to the adhesive paper tape I used to attach gauze to my leg, so the surrounding skin got really inflamed. I switched to large band-aids, but they removed chunks of skin every time I changed them, so now it looks really weird. The skin that had the allergic reaction is sloughing off and the scabs from the band-aids are in a funny pattern.