I'm not the most active admittedly, but mine was probably when I blocked a shot in 5 a side football, sprained my ankle and as I fell, I landed and dislocated my elbow, fracturing part of my arm in the process as well.
All I mainly remember is my mates saying that I was high as a kite when I had morphine to click it back into place.
That's the NHS at times. Communication is generally a shit show at the best of times.
My nan had a letter on Friday to have a consultation for surgery at a specific hospital. They obviously haven't noted that not only is she in hospital, but at the actual hospital the letter specified.