I’ve managed to recently experience real pain. It was exciting. My elbow really really hurt and swelled up like a large…erm….elbow. The pain was so great I expected to witness a secret midget using his full flame lighter on my exposed elbow. I must have banged it whilst drunk and it became infected. It’s called septic arthritis.
I’ve always had elbow difficulties. As a gangly youth I was constantly banging them on any available corner or spike. Once, whilst running to Berry Hill Park for a games lesson, I fell and conveniently landed on my elbow, thus ripping it open. Dramatic blood spurting ensued. I got to go home. And I didn’t cry, oh no I didn’t cry.
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Yes you did! You cried like a big baby girl. You big baby girl.
I didn’t cry Napoleon. But my teacher was sick in a bin whilst trying to clean the mangled mess.
Did your teacher cry?
I kind of hope he is still crying now. Teachers eh, who’d ave em?