Considering I've only been married four months I probably *shouldn't* have a story like this already!
-And I'll substitute 'unconscious' for 'unable to walk'.
Ace hates the doctor, as most men seem to, but two months after we got married he went to play paintball with his friends.
He got hit in the back about seven times and at one point stood up awkwardly and wrenched his back good and proper. Could barely walk, and had to lie down in the back-seat of his friends' car on the way home.
They drove the 120kms home with him in the back-seat making hissing noises every time they hit a bump, and when he got home (I was at work) he came in and laid down on the lounge room floor where he promptly "fell asleep" - I'm pretty sure he passed out, actually - I came home three hours later to find he had crawled from the lounge to the kitchen and had managed to extract a beer from the fridge and was lying underneath the dining room table sipping from the bottle.
'They didn't take me to the hospital because it's just a twinge. I'll be fine tomorrow!'
I rang my brother (6'7" and 220lbs[got it converted for better understanding]) who came over and helped me load Ace into the back of the car and take him to casualty.
He'd slipped a disc in his lower back and pinched his sciatic nerve as well. They kept him there for two days before he could walk again and sent him home with a prescription for Oxycodone in doses that could fell a horse, combined with high-level Valium that the nurses told me would 'keep him placid'.
Two weeks off work was ordered, but he tried to tell me after just 24 hours at home that he really should get into the office because his work would be piling up!
I gave him two Valium and put him to bed.