After a months-long slog working out the honing on an old wedge, I finally had it in shaving condition and, with the greater momentum of that heavier blade, ran it into the faucet good and hard during a rinse; whacked the edge but good, was extremely discouraged and didn't hone it back again for several more months. Didn't hurt my face or strop that day, at least. Hurt the mirror by looking so sad, maybe.

Well, these occasional woes make the joys sweeter, right?