Sympathy?
During one particualrly boisterous game of Mess rugby, I was fallen upon by the largest Mess member present; through the haze of alcohol that was affecting my brain, I was dimly aware of 'something' giving way in my chest. Next afternoon, the pain in my chest being greater than that in my head, I managed to drive myself one-handed (the other arm pressed to my chest) to Wroughton (remember RAF hospitals?). Two cracked ribs were diagnosed by a rather senior RAF doctor who asked how I did it; 'errrrr Mess rugby Sir' I stammered. 'Serves you bloody well right then' was the reply. Drove back to the stn again (one handed), with the worst moment coming when I sneezed; imagine the pain and me trying to control the car...