Unfiltered Story #281174

The summer before I went to secondary school, I was asked to make up the numbers in a cricket match one lunchtime. Invites like this were rare, so I joined in even though I wasn’t good at sports.

Whilst batting badly, the ball crushed my thumb against the bat and it was agony! I was pretty sure it was broken, as I was a St John Ambulance cadet & knew the symptoms.
However when I told my teacher, he didn’t believe me! I had to sit all afternoon in pain, unable to hold my pen properly. When school ended for the day, instead of going home I went straight to the hospital, which luckily was a few minutes walk from my school. Even better, my mum worked on reception in A&E there! When I wandered in to tell her what had happened, I got an X-ray which confirmed that my thumb bones had hairline cracks all the way down, like a plastic pen that’s been chewed.
My teacher was very apologetic next day when I turned up with my thumb splinted. It wasn’t until years later that I discovered that my mum had rung the school whilst I was on my way there and screamed blue murder!