Ouch! Still, it could have been worse.
I use my axe every time I'm out, although the possibility of a serious self-inflicted wound is always on my mind when I'm using it.
Not too long ago however, the axe caught a glancing blow to a dead standing pine as I stood not too steadily on a steep mossy slope. The result was that I lowered the axe head as I regained my balance and was somewhat shocked to discover a 9" long slash through my gaiters and trousers on the inside of my right, downhill, calf. Had there been any weight behind it, it would undoubtedly have sliced into my calf muscle and the 6 mile walk for help might well have developed into an different story entirely.
It was the wrong tool for the job - the bow saw meaning a 100 yard walk back to camp - and most certainly left me with something to think about!
Pango.