Don't ever let your guard down!
Last Thursday I couldn't sleep (exhausting week after the death of a close friend, getting ready to move to a new house the following week, and assorted other hassles), and so I headed downstairs to try sleeping in my comfy recliner. I didn't want to leave me bedside gun in its holster with my wife and son upstairs, so I brought it downstairs with me. My intention was to place it in a holster I have fastened under the end table next to my recliner. But being so tired, I set the Glock 33 down on the arm of the recliner so I could gather up my blanket and pillow before tucking the pistol away. Unfortunately, I fell asleep instantly, and a couple hours later I must have plopped my hand on the arm where the pistol was, because I was awakened to a deafening "boom!" Right away, I knew what had happened, and a look at my sleep pants clearly showed that I had shot myself in the upper right leg. Neither my wife or son heard the shot, and after calling 911, I yelled at them and told them what happened, and that I was okay. I wasn't, actually. The 115gr Doubletap JPH (from a box that chronographed 1510 fps from a 3.5" barrel) fragmented on impact, with the copper jacket mushrooming extensively before leaving a 6 cm exit wound on the bottom of my thigh, while the lead core mushroomed and left a 3.5 cm exit wound before lodging in the footrest of my recliner. The jacket lodged in my left calf, and was plucked out by a doctor in the ER. After surgery to debried the wound, I spent the next two days in critical condition, then was listed in serious for two more days before I asked for my cane and showed my doctors I could walk the length or the hallway and back with no problem.
For those of you wondering what it's like to get shot, you don't want to experience it! Even though it was six hours after the shooting that I was given my first dose of morphine, it wasn't until after the surgery that the pain began to set in. Since the wounds were left open, I have to endure twice-a-day dressing changes on both legs (not at all fun), and my leg looks like a sliced-open slab of beef. Very ugly wound.
I've been around guns all my life, I've been a handgunner for nearly 30 years, and even run the local 4-H Shooting Sports Club, teaching kids how to handle guns safely as the rifle instructor. Please, please please make sure your handgun is always secured, and safe from sleeping hands.
BTW, .357 Sig works exactly as advertised. I'm convinced that a shot from that caliber anywhere on the body would put you down. I know I went into almost immediate shock, and required 13 bags of saline solution and four units of blood over the two days I was in the hospital.