My brothers and I were sitting around one day when one of them complained about some minor thing he had going on. So I started remembering all the ailments I've dealt with over the years. I rather blew them away.
Not whining or feel sorry for myself (well maybe just a little). Seems to me I should have gone out decades ago from any one of these. But I'm one lucky cat, with one or two lives left. Here's my list:
Parts removed: 1. Tonsils 2. Appendix. 3. Gall Baldder 4. Part of one finger gone, part of another sewn back on.
Parts broken: 1. Left arm. 2. Multple ribs 3. Nose. 4. Both ear drums.
Wierd growths: 1. Warts (I hate those things) 2. Some "kerotoma" thing on the left thigh. 3. A cherry angioma.
Impact damage: 1. Bullet ricochet. 2. Stabbed in left leg. 3. Knocked unconcious 7 times that I can remember. 4. Trebble fishing hook burried into right thigh. 5. Snow ski to the head w/sticthes. 6. Nail into left foot.
Parts replaced: 1. Right knee ACL. 2. Liver TX.
Near misses: 1. On fire once.
ER visits: Honestly I have no idea.
And now I have a basil cell carcinoma the doc is going to cut out of my neck next week.
When does this ride stop?