Yeah, I can see that happening. Thought the same thing when I got run over by my 700-odd kilo iron-shod horse. "Nah, she'll be right", I say to myself as I refuse a lift to hospital or calling an ambulance, "I can drive". About 5km down the road, the pain started to kick in and I realised I'm an idiot! :-)
About two weeks ago, as I was running the utility knife down the rubber tubing, I remember thinking: " I probably shouldn't be doing this on my...[leg]." Put a gash in my thigh that needed 15 stiches. I was home alone, so I stuck my t-shirt on it and wrapped it up with duck tape. I Googlemapped "emergency room near me," while thinking "oh fuck!" Over and over. It was kinda funny, because the woman at the counter when I arrived, couldn't see my legs and was having me do paperwork, until someone came up behind me and ran to get a wheel chair and a doctor.
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