Blood & Brownies
Just before I was about to start my 2nd Year of college the ex-girlfriend was at our house having lunch with us. She had just had a dental brace fitted so couldn't eat food that was too hard and my mum remarked that we had some chocolate brownies in the cupboard. Being the gent I am, I offered to get said brownies from the kitchen which prompted my mother to jump up and proclaim that she would get them because I "would eat them all as soon as I got hold of the tin". As is usual in our house a mad 5 mins of wrestling for control ensued and much laughter and merriment was had until my mother made a dash for the kitchen with me in hot pursuit.

As she ran through the glass door she caught it slightly so it swung closed. I put my hand out to push it back open and simply went straight through it. Mum turns round to find me standing there with blood spurting out my head. I'm ushered to a chair and my step-dad sits with a towel pressed to the wound as mum checks me over and finds more cuts...in all my left wrist, forearm and elbow were all sliced deeply as well as a gash on my head which was down to the skull. The kitchen resembled a crime scene with glass strewn across the floor and my blood coagualating in pools all over the place. I'm told that my mum lifted the towel off my head to check the damage and simply said "oh fuck, we're gonna have to call an ambulance"

One trip to A&E later and I had 8 stitches in my head, 6 in my forearm and 6 in my elbow plus steristrips on my wrist. Oh and in the ambulance they questioned my ex because they thought it was a domestic and she'd done it...I put them straight though as I told them it wasn't her, it was my mother

...oh and when I got back from hospital I got to eat all the brownies I wanted
(Freak on a Leash is jerking off to centre himself on, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 20:43, Reply)