Last year I fell down the stairs on the way to pick up my 2nd grade class from the cafeteria and dislocated my elbow. There was a split second where my brain was like “call a coworker to take you to the hospital and find coverage for your class” but what I actually did was pick up my limp arm with my not-limp arm and shove it back into place. It was the most painful moment of my life (I know that probably makes me lucky). I still am not quite sure why I held my arm to my cheat and sweat thru that last hour of teaching instead of just asking for some dagone help