When I was in High School, during PE and a good ol' game of five-a-side football, I broke my left wrist.
Long story short, a doctor's visit followed, they alegedly put everything where it should be and put the wrist in a cast. A routine check up after 7 days of cast wearing should have followed.
Alas, no.
I walk into the doctor's office and they, of course, send me over to the Roentgen room to see whether my bones are in their normal, God-given positions. They take the scan and send it straight to the doctor's office, one room over, so I never get the chance to see the scan. But I thought all was good, and even if it wasn't, I would get surgery and all would be A-OK.
I get back to my orthopedic's office, and he's all "hmm" this and "hmm" that. My cast was taken off, so he was looking at the scan one minute, and at my arm the other.
And, all of a sudden, he breaks the silence with "Your wrist isn't aligned properly. We'll have to readjust it."
I literally didn't even get the chance to process this when all I could see was whiteness before my eyes.
For the #neverbrokeabone gang, after a break, your bones don't take that much time to start repairing themselves. By the time I got back for this check up, a week had passed, so the broken up parts had some semblence of connection between them. Enough to be broken by the orthopedian.
Yes. That's what happened. The motherfucker broke my hand again with no warning whatsoever.
That sudden jolt of pain made me scream so loud that a friend of mine, who was coincidentaly in the hospital hallway at that moment, said everyone in the hallway was startled and basically stopped in their tracks lol (COC haki).
That sensation if bones breaking, the doctor holding my wrist with his hands stuck with me for a long long time. So much so that, after I eventually had surgery to fix my wrist and returned to normal life, I couldn't bear anyone or anything to touch that wrist at all. No watches, no sweatbands, or even long sleeve shirts. And God forbid somebody actually take a hold of my wrist - I'd get phantom pain and get nauseous.