I made to 66 years old before broke a bone.
No "you should see the other guy" here. The "other guy" was a driveway. Except for a bit of my blood, "he" looks pretty much the same. We were loading a couch into the back of the truck. I lost my balance and fell off a fairly high porch. My right hand/wrist took most of the fall followed by the faceplant. I fractured my ulna. I gotta make up a better story than that.
We're headed to see an ortho guy in a few minutes.
If i'm MIA from here for a while, that's why. This one-handed, left-handed hunt-and-peck typing is tedious.
At least it wasn't my hip!
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