Is it supposed to look like that?
Being a rugbyist, I've had my fair share of injuries, including buggering my neck in collapsed scrums leading to my premature (a view not necessarily shared by my wife and/or team-mates) retirement. No reason to cry into my cocoa though.

I did cry (like a girly football player) when I dislocated my knee though. Strewth. Given my choice of playing position, it'll come as no surprise that I've never been described as 'malnourished'. I am something of a chubby funster in fact. One training session, I was tackled by an eeny-weeny scrum-half. As his shoulder made contact with my leg, I stepped off my right foot which got planted in the mud. All my not inconsiderable weight on my leg, and it was inevitable something had to give. My knee cap. Smarted a bit I can tell you.

The really painful bit, wasn't putting it back in again, although that did make my eyes water, but later...I was in a neoprene splint for about 3-4 weeks, during which time my knee joint froze solid. One evening, during a solo drinking session chez moi, I'd hobbled to the loo on my crutches. As I reversed out, like a clumsy twat, I tripped and fell, forcing my leg to bend as I hit the deck. That was the most painful bit. I sobbed as I lay in a heap on the floor at the foot of the stairs as the wife looked on in shock. Fuck me. I'll be quite happy if I never have to go through that again, cheers.

A few days later when I went for a consultant check-up. Despite being told that the bastard was frozen solid, the twat tried to bend my knee. There was the loudest 'crack' as he further fucked my knee, my wife screamed and the new, shiny-looking juniors with the doc, nearly passed out. I called him a wanker.

Long story, short; dislocated knee playing rugby. Fell over a while later. Really hurt. Knee made worse by ham-fisted quack. No excuses, it's late and I'm bored. No doubt so are you after that...
(Tighthead, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 0:44, Reply)