Okay, I think some of you have me beat, but I’ll pony up my horror story, too.
Breaking my ankle - doesn’t sound so bad, right?
Caught my shoe on a pavingstone while turning to put the BIG stroller into the trunk of the car. Did the little hop thing to catch my balance, expecting my foot to move to the left - and I put my full weight down where I expected my foot to be, only it wasn’t there, it was still where it HAD been…
SNAP!
Snapped the end off the larger of the long bones in the lower leg (tibia?). I heard it go, and felt it go (reverberated up my leg). I caught myself with the stroller, then dropped the stroller. I then stupidly tried to put my broken foot on the ground… HOLY SHIT! Labor (for 66 hours with NO MEDS) was a 6, this was a 10! It took 15 minutes to convince myself that I could put the stroller in the car one-legged. 20 more minutes before I could see normally after I got to the driver’s seat. (Now I know what a ‘haze of pain’ is!)
My 2 yr old son was already strapped in his seat, fortunately (merrily repeating ‘oh SHIT, oh SHIT, oh SHIT!’). Unfortunately, I was alone with him at the time, and I had a two hour drive to get home - I was NOT going to go to a strange ER with a 2 yr old and nobody to help. Drove home with my left foot jammed in a plastic bag with the ice packs from my son’s lunch. Made it into the house with my DH’s help, but realized this was really bad (DUH!) when I flat-out REFUSED to go sit on the sofa while we waited for the on-call doctor to call back (instead lay on the floor of the kitchen) on the grounds that I was NOT going ‘all that way’ just to have to come back so I could go get in the car and go to the ER.
Only mildly less painful were the domestic abuse questions at the ER (“so, what orthopedist do you USUALLY use???” - “and can you tell me just HOW this happened, again??? MMmmm, really??” -“So, where is your husband, now?” accompanied by HUGE pauses and lots of raised eyebrows…)
And actually MORE painful than the break itself was having to straighten out my foot and hold it still while they x-rayed it. I don’t cry from pain, but I was crying, and ready to beg them for I-don’t-know-what just to make it stop. The cast helped, but it still hurt like hell for days.