After reading the safety posts, I don’t feel so silly, so here is what I experienced last week:

I was trying to remove the old, worn, sandpaper from my sanding block when my hand slipped and I ended up punching myself in the nose. Sometime during the flailing of my arms I bumped the workbench causing an Exacto knife to start rolling towards the edge of the table. The pain was excruciating and when I grabbed my nose I let go of the sanding block. The block bounced onto the Exacto knife just as it was about to fall off of the table, sending it airborne. As I was scrambling to avoid the knife flying through the air, the sanding block landed on my foot. The pain caused me to bend over to rub my bruised food. Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the flying Exacto which landed firmly in my rear.
Screeching from the pain, I leapt to my feet and removed the knife while still in midair. It was at this point I realized that the sudden movement from my chair caused me to lose my balance. I tried to catch myself but the lunge forward was too much. I reach out with my arms to brace my fall, but one hand landed on my trim iron. Luckily it was turned off. There was so much saw dust on the table that my left hand could not get a firm hold onto the table, so I fell forward onto an open bottle of CA, spraying my face with it. As I was reeling from the pain, and the bouncing off of the workbench, I forgot about the CA and sawdust on my face. As I went screaming into the house to have my wife drive me to the hospital, I tripped on some blue masking tape and fell onto my dog. He attacked me, not recognizing his master’s face underneath the sawdust. As he lunged for me, he caused me to fall onto a fuselage breaking it into many pieces. Luckily there was a plugged in Dremel close by, so I turned it on and was using it to defend myself when I went further than the power cord would reach. When “killer” heard the Dremel turn off, he restarted his vicious attack on his perceived intruder.
I was able to avoid his fangs long enough to wipe some of the CA and sawdust from my face. Luckily, it was enough for him to recognize me. Unfortunately I left my hand on my face too long, so now the emergency room would also have to debond my hand from my face, stitch up my ar$e, and cast my broken foot.

That HazMat suit sounds like a good idea...