Ouch
The last thing to make me cry was the impact between my motorbike and a 4x4 last Sunday. I stood by the side of the road and cried like a girl. Possibly because I am one.

Later, at the hospital, the Dr confirmed I had a fractured arm. Could I twist my forearm at all, he asked. I managed a minute movement in each direction. "Ah!" he said triumphantly to the medical student next to him. "It's not that she _can't_ move it, she just doesn't want to because it will hurt." Well duh. He proved his point by grabbing it and twisting from side to side. I may have had a little cry at this point too...
( weevilstepmother, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 12:18, Reply)