Back in my younger days I worked in the photonics industry. it was a small company and there were a few of us that were proficient at various jobs in it. I did machine work, high-vaccuum pumping and various type of metal treatment in preparation for loading lamps.
As a result, I have been lucky enough to machine everything from steel and copper to titanium, molybdenum and tungsten. I was constantly trimming my eyebrows and moustache with burning clouds of hydrogen, but that's a different story for another time, perhaps. I also worked with most of the Noble gases and more mercury than I like to remember.
One day I was loading mercury into 200 watt lamps prior to pumping them out. Part of the process was to measure 12 landa (lambda? I am not sure--one was a very tiny amount of mercury) of mercury into a 1x3 mm glass tube, then gently blow it into a bubble just a short distance down the tube. I blew too hard, causing the mercury to jump across the bubble. When I released pressure, the mercury drop jumped right back across the bubble and down my throat.
I panicked. Jumped in my truck and drove to the Med Center to get my stomach pumped or whatever. The doctor asked how much I had swallowed and I told him. He told me not to worry, since I was working with triple distilled mercury. He claimed it was safe to drink up to a kilo of the stuff and that the salts of mercury were the bad stuff since it could be metabolized in one way or another. I made him put it in writing for my widow. He did. I'm still here.