(I have just broken my foot while recreationally cliff diving. At this point, we do not know the extent of the damage, and I am in radiology to get Xrays and CT scans. By this point, I have been very vocal about the fact that ANY pressure on my foot is excruciatingly painful, and so far, everyone, including a couple orthopedists, have been perfectly fine with supporting my leg and letting my foot hang, except at the beginning when they needed to palpate to get an idea of the damage. Suddenly, I feel someone’s hands lifting my foot.)
Me: Why is someone touching my foot? Someone is TOUCHING my FOOT! WHY IS SOMEONE TOUCHING MY FOOT?!
New Doctor: I need to support your foot! We don’t know how bad it is yet, and I don’t like the idea of the bones being free to move around!
(As she says this, she is increasing the pressure on my foot, triggering what I later realized was nerve pain all over the bottom side of my foot. I start screaming.)
Me: I don’t CARE! STOP TOUCHING ME! IT HURTS! NOBODY ELSE HAD A PROBLEM WITH IT SO JUST PLEASE LET IT HANG!!
(As I repeat generally the same message again and again, in the back of my mind I remember that this is a teaching hospital, and realize the person causing me pain sounds very young. Between this realization and the pain, I’m panicking. Finally, someone apparently convinces her to let my foot back down, and the rest of the scans go as well as can be expected. After I’ve calmed down, I begin to realize that the staff around me are approaching me very warily, as if they were scared! I don’t know if they were scared of me or just scared of doing the wrong thing and causing me pain, but I still feel bad!)