She a little clumsy. She was drinking from the glass (very sophisticated, you know) put it down on a low table, slipped and fell onto the glass.
[Mom sermon]
Let this be a lesson to you, my son–always use scissors to open packages.
[/Mom sermon]
Seriously, though, I’m glad it wasn’t worse. Just imagine what might have happened if you’d been using a linoleum knife. Golly.
Oh Crunchy. My fave virtually married doper upon whom I like to hit. 
I hope you’re okay. i’m not a video game fanatic so I’ll have to pretend that a PS2 is a fun thing to get. (I’m out of the cool vid loop! :o)
I’m really glad it was an accident, and I’m glad that you got a free ride to the hosp. (I have always wanted a police escort. The closest I got was Jester’s performance in the All Male Review.)
Keep it real man…
Sorry to hear about the wrist. Well anyway all I’ve got to say ------ GO SAINTS! FUMBLE - SAINTS RECOVER! The Saints aint the Aints no more!
Crunchy, darling, am I going to have to send you a pair of blunt-ended kindergarted scissors?? I’m glad you’re OK, but SHEESH!!!
…then again, this could explain Halvsie…
Oh, good Lord. Better check the other wrist…
Geez Crunchy first you start being nice to me in threads and now you are trying to slice your wrists open - if you wanted me to stop stalking you - you just had to ask!!! 
I am glad you are ok and doubly glad that the present was worth the effort.
As for your paranoid parents and workmates - I know the feeling. I was put on anti-depressents when I had glandular fever and everyone tiptoed around me for months despite my telling them that it was to get my sleep patterns right again (the truth). Geez… Like you would be driving yourself to hospital if you wanted to kill yourself.
As for your grandfather - what a wonderful man - with a great sense of humour too. My grandparents sent me a packet of chocolate biscuits for Christmas (got a chuckle out of me).
Hugs and happiness to you
I just saw this. Ron, I am so glad you’re ok! DON’T DO THAT AGAIN, you hear me?!!
sheesh!
And Merry Christmas!
Hey, Crunchy!
Glad you’re okay! Geez—what an ordeal.
If it makes you feel any better, I have a story for you:
I was over at a friend’s house one afternoon, helping her put together a quick dinner. She was opening one of those big, canned hams, when her hand slipped and she cut her wrist badly. When we got to the E.R., she said that she had been attacked by a vicious ham, and I was there to back up her story. It was a bit more difficult for her to explain to the folks at work, though.
Take care of yourself and heal quickly.
–Kris
Box: Victory is mine!
Crunchy: It’s just a flesh wound!
Glad you’re ok. Do you need the child saftey devices to open boxes with?
Ya bunch o’ smart asses. No I don’t need any blunted scissors or safety equipment to open packages. My brother-in-law went out and bought those wrist guards you wear when roller blading and gave them to me yesterday in case I needed to open any more packages.
And so it begins . . .
I hope teasing me about this doesn’t last as long as when I fell in the cat litter.
My brother did something similar one time…the incident involved a sharp knife - late night munchies - a bag of Doritos…it resulted in a dr. with needle and thread also.
Hey, now that I think about it, he has done the electrical thing also, minus the kitty and litter. His grande electrical indicident landed him in a mud puddle.
Your brother needs a knife to open a bag of Doritos? I’m sorry but that’s just . . . funny. Too much effort just to tear the bag open is it? At least I have an excuse, you can’t just tear open packing tape and twine tied in a knot.
I am glad to hear that you are okay and I hope that you have a couple of good mates who gave you a smack upside the head for doing something as foolish as trying to drive yourself to the ER.
What I am trying to say is…
been there, done that, been smacked.
Mine was a head wound though.