Fuck.
Well, I'm still alive. Embarrassed and full of regret, but clinically alive. I only got through half of the glass (it was a big glass). I was cutting small bits which I'd broken, chewing them really, really lightly and then washing it down with water. After 3 minutes I started to taste blood and coughing a lot.
Surprisingly my mouth didn't get cut at all. Unfortunately I can't say the same about my throat. Whilst swallowing it, even though it was pretty fine it was still hurting a lot. Imagine eating small chunks of sandpaper, that's probably the best way to describe it. Some swallows were alright, whilst others had me in searing pain. The left side of my throat is far more fucked than the right for some reason.
I felt like laughing after it... until about 30 minutes later, when I felt like I was being stabbed in the stomach with a katana. I rang poisons hotline and the first woman was a total cunt, who hung up on me after assuming I was prank calling them. My second attempt was successful however, and the nice guy said I definitely shouldn't throw it up due to the fact that it will slice open my stomach and throat, causing even more damage. Fuck.
I realized I was in too deep and was then hit by waves of guilt, fear and so much fucking regret. I didn't want to risk further complications and decided it would be a smart move to go to the hospital, even if it's just for peace of mind. Now, I've spoken to my parents about some awkward and embarrassing things, but NOTHING will ever even hold a candle to this conversation. After putting it off for half an hour;
Me: *in a really worried tone* Uhh hey dad
Dad: *feigning calmness* yes...?
Me: I've done something really stupid.
Dad: *Now annoyed* Oh god.
Me: I need you to take me to the hospital..

Dad: Why?
For 5 minutes he refused until I actually told him what I had done, but I wouldn't budge. After another 5 minutes, I guess he figured he wouldn't let me die on his watch and subsequently took me to the hospital.
Long story short, they x-rayed me, gave me morphine, cut my stomach open and took everything out. Apparently my stomach was bleeding a hell of a lot. They said it was a good thing I came in when I did, because I could have faced even worse problems if it had gone through my intestines.
I'm back home now (the whole ordeal was over pretty quickly, see how epic Australia's health care system is) and I feel like an idiot. Fuck it though, I've eaten glass and survived.