I'm pretty tough. It takes a lot to keep me down for very long.
So far I've: gotten more cuts, burns and bruises than I can possibly keep track of; been electrocuted a half-dozen times; been hit by a car (it fish-tailed, I got hit by the trunk); been run over by a 4-wheeler (which I was actually driving, I'm embarrassed to say); had my arm broken (then went white water rafting); been hit in the knee with an axe (that I was swinging); had a splinter about 4 inches long and about as big around as a pencil in the widest part dug out of my neck (another 4-wheeler accident, and if I had not been wearing that particular helmet or had my head tilted just a few degrees in any direction, I'd probably be dead right now), and had one of my fingers torn off by a 3-wheeler tire (and actually got it sewn back own
), plus a few other things that I don't care to list right now which mostly involve a weapon or vehicle of some sort. So I've got a strangely weak wrist since I never gave it proper time to heal after it was broken (about two weeks in a cast, then 8 in a brace), a finger which has a little bit of nerve damage and that actually manage to get a bit of phantom-limb syndrome with even though I've still got the finger, a bad knee, a bad shoulder (a motorcycle accident and another 4-wheeler accident), and a scar on my neck that tends to itch for unknown reasons.
The fact that I'm still alive is amazing enough, so this isn't really that big of a deal. I'm sure I'll finally get taken out one of these days, since I can't imagine actually dying of old age at this point.
