I left a New Year's Eve party quite angry a few years back. I slammed the front door, one of those old Victorian type ones, turned and thumped my hand against it as hard as I could. It turned out that plate glass isn't that hard, and not only had I slashed up my arm putting it through I had impaled the underside as well
Withdrawing my arm slowly, and some what in shock, I watched jets of blood literally leap from my arm in fountain-like fashion and splattered on the ground. I figured that meant "artery".
As I lay on the street outside I heard several phrases you never really want to hear... "They can't send an ambulance, they're all busy!!", or "Don't close your eyes! Don't go to sleep!" For example.
As it happened someone eventually managed to flag down an ambulance that happened to be going down a nearby street, and I didn't die.
I don't know why you'd want to hear that story, but you did ask
