The other day,
it somehow crossed my mind to talk about injuries. So I guess I'll
talk about injuries today.
I've generally managed to live a relatively injury-free life. I always exercise caution when it comes to dealing with dangerous objects and situations. Granted, even I have had my share of cuts and bruises. But I've mostly had only minor injuries. Mostly.
Pretty much the worst injury I've had came in the form of a bruise from slamming into a door. (Don't ask about that.) My left arm hurt for weeks. I even thought I'd gotten a fracture from the incident – fortunately, the X-ray revealed that there was no fracture. Not quite as fortunately, I also bruised my right arm in a similar manner about a year later, only from falling off a bicycle rather than slamming into a door.
That aside, I've only had minor injuries. I've never broken a single bone. And I hope I manage to live my life without ever breaking one.
Speaking of bones, my mother found the bones of a bird on our backyard once. Or rather some bones of a bird. Before I started collecting video games and music, those bones were a proudly held collection of mine. Alas, my brother stole them for his own purposes. What those purposes were, I don't know, but then, I'm not so sure I want to know either.
Worry not, though, for his mental state is in no way questionable. He's a perfectly sane individual. And I'm not only saying that because he's my brother.