When I little, around 4 or 5, my mom was cleaning out the garage and I was helping her move a cart full of glass bottle back into the garage when it tipped over, shattering all the bottles. Once piece hit my ankle and gouged out a triangle shaped piece of flesh- it didn't hurt me at all, but my mom was sobbing hysterically so that made me cry. Had to get stitches and I still have a scar.
Broke my foot a few years ago, my foot went over the side of an uneven driveway, broke the 3 center meta-tarsals right scroos the middle. Drove home (it was my right foot) and went to bed, when I woke up my entire foot was black and blue and I couldn't stand on it. I told my ex, "I think I need to go to the hospital"
Broke my foot a few years ago, my foot went over the side of an uneven driveway, broke the 3 center meta-tarsals right scroos the middle. Drove home (it was my right foot) and went to bed, when I woke up my entire foot was black and blue and I couldn't stand on it. I told my ex, "I think I need to go to the hospital"