I'll bet your broken bones make you want to melt into an unimaginable mess of intelligable jelly on the floor...
Or perhaps they make you want to soar up into a raging storm, rain pouring so hard down on your face - like an anvil or a piano - that your fragile body is washed away and replaced by something more efficient that runs off of honey generated under the arm pits using a process similar to photosynthesis.