I broke my foot once.
A word of advice: never jump off the top of a set of bleachers.
It was painful. And the average IQ in my corner of upstate New York is about potatoe (not equal to a potatoe, they think potatoe is a number. Please save me.) both the school nurse and the phys. ed. teacher told me to "walk it off".
Anyways, it sucks, I know. But good luck with surgeory.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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