when I was 18, I did this excursion thing in the Dominican Republic where you climb up waterfall rocks and once your at the top, you get down by jumping the waterfalls in a pool of water. Anyways, I broke my left foot (3 middle metatarsals) when I jumped only like a meter down in this dark pool of water that I thought was a LOT deeper, but it ended up being quite shallow. My left foot got hit right in the middle by this rock at the bottom. So I get out and could tell something's messed up, and I tell the tour guide and sit down on a rock.
All of the sudden blood starts gushing out of my shoe, and my family/other people on our tour freak out, my younger girl cousin starts crying, and my cousin's friend who I banged the night before starts holding my hand. Anyways, so the tour guide takes off my shoe and sock, and there's hole of about 1 cm. right at the top of my big toe metatarsal. He takes off his tank-top and wraps it, and out of nowhere this GIANT Dominican guy comes and puts me on his back... this happened at the very top of the mountain, so I still have to get down.
So he puts me on his back and climbs down rocks while I'm just clinging on to him, nauseous, and after each climb down from a group of rocks, I have to jump a waterfall into the pool of water, with my broken fucking foot. This climbing down rocks/jumping waterfalls went back-and-forth for a good 20 minutes, until we were at the bottom where a taxi STILL couldn't reach me because of this stupid fuckin' river. So they put me on a donkey, yes, a DONKEY, to travel through the shallow river. At this point I was beyond delirious, so while on the donkey all these stupid fuckin' tree branches hit me in the face and my broken foot. I finally reached the taxi that took me to the hospital.
After the surgery at the hospital, I found out that what had happened is when I broke my foot, my index toe metatarsal actually got pushed up and to the right and punctured right through the skin, but then went back down in the foot immediately after.
Quite the story, eh?