Me: “Don’t go over there, there’s black ice”
3 year old runs off laughing and does a comedy fall with feet flying up to head height before landing flat on his back and winding himself.
I carefully go over to recover him and find myself going too – straight on top of him so I have to take all my weight on my arms and stop myself dead.
My wrist now hurts so we slide off the ice and head home.
Wrist really hurting but wife claimign it’s man pain.
Eventually I head off to a&e and have an x-ray which is incolcusive ‘it’s probably a sprain’. This confirms wife’s view of events and I’m told to mtfu.
Following day she regales freind ‘Melinda’ with tale of my woosiness.
Later in the day she receives a call from ‘Dr x’ at the hospital ‘I’m a radiographer and I think your husband may have actually broken his wrist.’ Convinced it’s her freind on a wind up she spends 10 minutes arguing with the ‘Dr’ and accusing her of being Melinda. Doctor eventually says ‘look, you will tell your husband I called won’t you?’ and hangs up.
Wife does 1471 and finds number was indeed local hospital and refuses to answer phone for a week in case ‘Dr x’ phones back.
It wasn’t actually broken, btw, but it did hurt for about 3 weeks.