You know when you attempt to walk past the fridge, but you catch your little toe on the corner, and you collapse in agony, curling into a foetal ball and whimpering, convinced that your toe is at the very least broken, and possibly entirely severed from your foot?
And then you look down, through the tears and anguish, and see that actually it’s fine, and you’re just being a big girl?
Well, this was a bit like that. Apart from the “actually it’s fine” part.

What I expected to see

What I actually saw
I had always wanted to break a bone. In doing so, I had finally fulfilled both of my medical ambitions (the other was to take a ride in an ambulance). Unlike the ambulance ride, this was less fun than I had anticipated.
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