N-ice
When I was invited, at the age of 16, to my friend Helen's birthday party I jumped at the chance (being that I fancied her not a little bit). I duly attend this party, however I found out it was at an ice-rink. 'ok' thinks I, 'I'll be game for this' and I try my hardest at skating in front of all my friends and Helen. However it should be mentioned that I had a total of 0 minutes experience prior to this so my experience of this party was mostly sticking to the edge of the rink holding onto the bar and slowly getting my bearings.
I was fortunate, for a few others from the party were in the same position so we were able to form a 'beginners' group and try to find our feet like baby foals.
However, I am not a slight bloke and never have been, I fell down a lot- I should have thrown in the towel but I didn't, I perservered (mother's teaching spurred me on). This led to me falling down one last time collapsing (even more) in pain, being dragged off the ice and me being lain in the cafe with my friend Corina looking after me (which would have been lovely had I not been in intense pain.) My Dad arrives to take me to hospital (yup, no ambulance, they called my Dad to take me) and when I arrive I am made to wait for ages before being told that I've bruised my calf and to exercise it as much as possible.
3 days later and I get a call from the hospital telling me that I have in fact fractured my Pelvis and on no account to exercise it as it might lead to permament damage.
A very stupid thing compounded by medical negligence. Cnuts.
(Evilweevil is covered in bees, Sat 29 Dec 2007, 22:54, 1 reply)

Ouch
That reminds of a proper horror story I read a couple of years back; this wee old lady had been having intense physio for what had been diagnosed as rheumatoid arthritis for over a year with no sign of improvement. Wasn't until she got a second opinion that she realised she had two broken hips. *shudders*
(wing_cmdr I mean not real, but almost a real hologram, Sun 30 Dec 2007, 16:54, closed)