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That reminds me of my accident with my dad's circular saw. It was one of the ones embedded in a table. Tried to do everything the right way with it because I knew they were dangerous but I wasn't familiar enough to realize I needed to raise the saw so it would cut entirely through the 2x4 I was cutting length-wise.
I make the cut and then it gets stopped by some part that expects the whole thing to be cut through. I knew I couldn't just let go of the piece while the blade was still spinning, so I hit the stop. And then immediately let go of the wood. I've got a scar on the back of my index finger from where the wood launched by the still-spinning blade hit it.
All I could do was laugh at my stupidity, deal with my wound, then call my dad to ask how to raise the blade and finish that cut properly. He was a bit alarmed.
Though he still has me beat. One day he bought a nail gun. He was looking at it to see how the firing mechanism worked and assumed that they wouldn't have loaded it up with nails. He kept a copy of the X-ray showing the nail embedded in his belly, luckily the fat stopped it before it hit any organs. Mom never did let him get a chainsaw, and in the end he must have agreed because he never got one after she passed.