I managed to fracture my wrist while out on the razz.
After an hour or so when it had swollen right up, I was persuaded to go the hospital. After a bit of a curfufel having it ex-rayed- I couldn't stop my arm shaking as it hurt like a bastard- the doctor told me it was fractured and offered me a shot for the pain. I told him I was hammered, but he said not to worry, the shot wasn't a narcotic. I got the shot, but was told I would have to wait a couple of hours before they would have time to plaster it. I asked if I could go back to the pub. He said yes. Win.

After a few beers and broken arm lols it was back to the hospital, and plaster on. They then handed me a bottle of pain killers and told me not to drink on them.

I understand now to do what the doctor tells you.

I drank on them, and quickly found myself in the emergency room, linked up to some nice machines, and being given oxygen.

I am a twat.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sat 13 Mar 2010, 20:49, Reply)