Jen wrote:
Uh.. Broke my back early this year by falling on the gaurd rail.. In the one spot it wasn't covered.
Broke 3 fingers in a row this year doing something stupid, sticking my fingers under the stirrup leather when it was on a galloping horse.
Broke my shoulder when my horse pulled away from me a few years ago.
Broke my wrist attempting to break a fall when I was 9 or so.
Broke my foot when a horse stomped on it.
Broke my toe same way as the foot.
Broke my shin getting kicked by a horse.c
Cracked my skull by falling off my horse onto concrete.
Broke my collar bone by doing a crap-tacular bail off.
Broke my arm by falling with a horse onto the pavement.
So lets count.
12.
Lesson? Horses are evil.
That's OK, though, because almost all of my broken bones were from playing pickup games of American football:
-Every knuckle in every finger (thankfully, no thumbs) - all by trying to catch low passes. I can't actually put my fingers together anymore because the knuckles are swollen from regrowth.
-Broken collarbone from being tackled.
-Crushed a thumb in a cardoor - I still have a bone chip in the joint, and it occasionally gets stuck between the bones, causing the thumb to lock.
-Fractured skull from a baseball bat. My dad says it made me a little more stoopider.
-Broken ankle that I got stumbling out of a car.
I
think that's it.