Monster, it's actually sort of fun to run over idiot's toes. Not that I ever did it on purpose, Cough, cough.
It's like when I had a bad fall in October of last year. My power chair fell on top of me, after I hit the ground. So I was black and blue on both sides. I already had cellulitis on both legs, so it wasn't pretty. Anyway, I ended up in the mental unit because they didn't believe I was really hurt (they assumed this because they never looked at my body). anyway, after two of weeks of being there, and being humiliated several times (having to crawl on the floor, because they wouldn't help me get up off the toilet.) I finally took my pants off and made a male nurse look at my feet and legs. He was shocked and they got me right to bed, elevated my legs, put them on ice and I was released the next day. Now why couldn't they have called my own doctor like I ask them to in the ER? Numb nuts.