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Broke my ankle - stepping off a pavement, no less.

My foot twisted on a stone and I went down, full body weight on my overturned ankle.

It was agony and I was in plaster for six weeks.

There's a unique pain associated with breaking a bone - I thought I was going to spew but couldn't.

The second ouchiest moment came when navigating the icy streets in the town centre, on crutches, on the same day - one crutch skids away, I instinctively put my broken leg down to steady myself.

To get close to the degree of pain I felt at that point I think someone would have to ram a hacksaw up my arse.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 19:33, 2 replies)

I feel you (figuratively) buddy
A childhood accident pretty much achieved the same thing for me although due to the degree of twist, I needed some metal to make it stick back together again. I suspect I went into shock as I don't remember much pain, just my foot pointing in the wrong direction. My recovery was quick (less cast time) but the flipside for me is that it has never been perfect. I feel it "slot" together when I stand up on cold mornings and I'm just shaking off another bout of tendinitis caused by me rolling the front joints of the foot by way of compensation. Kind of the gift that keeps on giving if you will.
(Leonard Hatred briefly did some work on, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 20:08, closed)

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"To get close to the degree of pain I felt at that point I think someone would have to ram a hacksaw up my arse." I may have to use that at some point.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 20:48, closed)