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My sister Cindy is accident prone and was always getting hurt as a child . An abridged list:

7: A tornado demolished our school. When the tornado hit Cindy’s teacher told the kids to get down. Cindy, confused, raised her hand to ask her to repeat the directions. A piece of glass flew through the air into her hand. Cut on finger.

8: My sister Michelle accidentally knocked over a boiling hot cup of tea and it fell on Cindy’s stomach. Third degree burns.

8: Cindy tried to coax a kitten out of a tree and it jumped down - onto her face. Minor scarring.

9: Cindy was playing kick ball with the neighborhood kids and caught the ball with her wrist. She came home crying and I told her if she could move her wrist it wasn’t broken - and then forcibly moved her wrist in every possible direction. Broken scaphoid bone.

10: Cindy was riding her bike along a two-lane road and was “bumped” by a passing motorist. She flew through the air and somehow (adrenaline and luck) the driver was able to stop his car, get out and catch her before she hit the ground. Minor bruising.

They just sat there, tiny slivers, stark and unabashadly mingling
throughout oddly-shaped pink chunks with flaky shreds dangling from the ends, as if they were all at some obscene dinner party where something just wasn’t quite right.  And here and there were round knuckle-sized ones, fresh and wet with a smelly juice, an eerie, whispering omen to anyone approaching, “where’s my finger I need a finger where is it?”  This wasn’t happening - what were we supposed to do now?  Ignore them? We couldn’t just ignore them.  What could we do? We’d been waiting all day, planning and positing methods, following steps throughout to make sure everything was in place, and now we stared, shocked, stunned into hesitation and quizzical looks.

I picked it up, turning it slowly, finding it finally. “Traditional-Style Salmon - ‘The naturally-occurring slivered and round bones in this can are totally edible and a great source of calcium!’  Uh-uh - no way.  That’s gross.”

“Screw it,” he said. “Chipotle?”

I took a medical terminology class last quarter.  There was a section dedicated to the skeletal system, which also lead to the different types of fractures that can incur on a body.

I’ve never had a bone broken in my body.

After studying that chapter I put the different kinds of fractures in order of what I would prefer if, you know, I ever had to have a bone broken but had a choice as to how the bone would be broken (think good guy meets bad guy in a bad Bond movie and the good guy has some agency because he gets to choose how his fingers will be broken, or something like that…).

1.  Greenstick fracture-an incomplete break of the bone and the bone bends (most common in children)
2.  Simple fracture-just broken in one place but the skin isn’t broken
3.  Compound fracture-your bone is broken and it breaks through the skin
4.  Transverse fracture-when the break is at a right angle to the length of the bone
5.  Comminuted fracture-when a bone breaks into two or more pieces, or is splintered and crushed

“I’ll grind his bones to make my bread,” that’s what that stupid giant
said. Little did he understand that Jack’s a proper Englishman. The
English always get their mark, and that goose was golden for this lark.
So Jack grabbed the egss and ran away, the giant fell and died, ok?
Jack chopped that weed down to its root, which made the big guy go
kaput. And Don’t ask me about the giant’s bones, I think they’re
petrified to stones. And of course this is all very dumb, but I can’t
can’t think of anything else so shut the fuck up!