I'll tell you an even worse story that I was told by my mum the other day. This is sort of a bid to put a bigger smile on your face 
A few weeks ago in a nearby town, my mums work-mate was visiting a client - an old couple in fact. When she got in, she saw that the mans arm was in a huge plaster cast.
"korr, what the hell happened to you?!" she said to him.
He just gave her a bitter look and said in a withdrawn and mildly patronising manner,
"ASK...THE WIFE.."
It turns out that the man was gardening, bless his cotton socks. Now.. there are a lot of pilons around the area they live and it just so happens that there is one practically slap bang in the middle of their back garden.
He was up on a ladder getting some ivy off the pilon, and all of a sudden he got a sting in his foot. A wasp had got into his welly and he was getting stung!
In order to try and get the thing out, he tried to shake his boot off while holding onto the pilon... His wife saw him shaking and writhing around and thought 'SHIT! HE'S GETTING FRIED UP THERE!' so she took the nearest object - a shovel - and proceded to whack him off this pilon.
"what the bloody hell did you do that for?!"
"I thought you were getting electricuted!" she says
It turns out he has a broken arm [in four places] and a huge foot, which had to be cut out of the welly, because he was stung 8 times and it had swollen up to the size of a rugby ball.
So.. hopefully your story doesnt seem so bad now.. and maybe you feel a little better too
