The cauterize comment above reminds me of a You can't make this up story. I was a young welder long ago before the days of self darkening hoods. I was on a fancy Heliarc X ray type Stainless job. We would cut the fill rod in thirds so you didn't have to manage the dangling weight of the fill rod. The inspector was cruel so pulling out of the puddle was taboo. We would stay hood down and press the back end of the rod against our bodies to push it forward when flame got to close to your hand. I was in some weird tantric yoga position trying to weld back side of pipe and needed more rod so I promptly pulled out of puddle and jammed rod into my side to get more rod, yep wrong end! Red molten fill rod punched thru my side. Dropped me like I had been shot! Supervisor asks me if I am good to go I say yes he says no so off to ER I go. Doctor makes me take shirt off looks intently at the wound asking how on earth I pulled this off. I sheepishly explain, he then asks about heat and material 304 SST I explain. He looks at me deadpan and asks if I have had lunch yet? I am thinking WTF are you gay? I don't want a date I want patched up. I tell him emphatically no I have not had lunch and don't want lunch. He shrugs and replies go get some lunch, you don't leak you are good to go! Berryville Ark hospital, I was working at a Tyson chicken plant.