Hope you're alright, Mr Seven. You need hot Brighton lovings to make you all better. I'll get your spongebath ready, avec doritos.
The only time I've been to A&E was on a Saturday night after me and my brother had been playing basketball earlier that day. I had caught the ball awkwardly and managed to "bend" my finger back the wrong way. It seemed fine, but it swelled up like crazy a few hours later.
So, off to the hospital we went. Me, my Mum and Dad. We were sat waiting for 5 hours, and I got really pissed off at the long wait, the pain and the fact that I wanted to be at home instead of in a hot and sweaty hospital surrounded by fools. So, I declared "Right, fuck this, I'm going home."
Went home, then went back with my brother the next day. We both sat there, watching the FA Cup Semi-Final between Arsenal and Sheffield United, and we watched David Seaman make the greatest save I have ever seen, even to this day.
I had my two fingers strapped together and in a sling for 2 weeks. It's about the worst that's ever happen to me, I've been relatively safe.