Well, they're very tiny fractures! A toe and a rib! I can't imagine what it's like to break a whole thigh, to have bones sticking out of your body and stuff, like some people get.
Apparently a broken thigh is one of the biggest pains a human can experience. The rib fracture was mostly painless, except it was very
uncomfortable, and I sometimes heard/felt the fracture scrape
That was the worst I think
The toe was very, very painful, but at least it was very localized to a single point.
Now, wanna hear something hardcore, in my book at least? Stress collapse! I had my 3rd just recently, where I vomited into my trash-can, for then to keel over and faint, and wake up super-confused with the bucket tilted, and me snorkling in my own sick.
Vomit in my hair! A first!
Man, I need to stop doing that. Which starts with me needing to get the fucking fuck out of this crazy-hole, and get a place of my own, before I just kill someone... (as soon as I got back from vacation, I came into an empty livingroom. Crazy-neighbor threw everything out. I don't use the livingroom, so I'm not gonna ask, but damn, I'm away 3 weeks, and the guy fuckin sells the furniture, or burns it, or hides it, idunno. Probably some mind-game, who knows wtf crazy people are thinking. He then instantly proceeded to place my used utensils in front of my door, as a "hint" to wash it. Which I do. Always. Just not at the immediate instantaneousness that he requires. I was going to use the utensils more, which is what I did, which does not deter him at all. As soon as I used them a 2nd time, he came up right behind me, and demonstratively begun scrubbing them, as if "doing my job for me", not considering for half a second that hey - maybe I planned a 3rd trip back to the kitchen. I am so SICK of control-freak crazies, I am SO SICK... and it's ALL ocd! So I explained to him what I can anyway, he looked at me with a confused smile, and went back to his OCD. The landlord told him to cut that shit out, he smiles nervously, and goes right back to his OCD. Goddamnit, at least self-medicate or something, but NO, he sits there totally sober, with OCD pouring out his ears, just thinking of what crazy shit to do next, such as remove all the furniture from the kitchen, or something - and hide it.)