Last week, I saw a man drilled with a soccer ball in a very unpleasant way.  He crumpled to the ground and stayed there. In the fetal position.  Later, he crawled off the field and then resumed the fetal position next to me on the sidelines.  He stayed there for a while. 

I don't know exactly how he felt, but I assume it was something similar to how I felt in the first 30 minutes of work today.  I couldn't decide if I wanted to cry, quit, throw something, or just drop to the floor and assume the fetal position hoping I don't vomit.