Not mine! When my brother was 11 he fell off his bike head over heels and was complaining that his arm hurt. I was 7 at the time and could tell there was something wrong because it was swollen, but my mum got him up the next morning and sent him on his school trip (to Thorpe Park!!). When he got back it was even more swollen, so she finally decided to take him to A&E, where they said it was definitely fractured and he had to have an operation! I still like guilt-tripping her for that. Oh yes, and then there's the time I got stung by a wasp and had anaphylaxis and she just said to have a cold shower (4 times...) until my dad made her phone NHS Direct who said to phone 999 immediately. Now I have an Epipen she takes the whole thing a little more seriously, but not much. Mothers!