1. Hips and knees are fine, mostly.
2. The hand is not exactly improving. Training room needs those x-rays sent over.
3. Hey parents, you're going get billed for some Vicodin from Boettcher. On Sunday, I broke my nose . . . again . . .
4. Definitely bruised my shoulder bone. I don't remember this happening, but I remember how much it hurts every time Unicycle Paul pokes it. Now that I think about it, this may have happened after Unicycle Paul pushed me out of a handstand.
5. It doesn't count as injury, but I've been dancing enough to bleed if I absentmindedly rip off my socks at night. Way hardcore.
I have a sneaking suspicion that a few of my acquaintances are spreading the rumor that I'm an underground streetfighter. Good thing I don't bruise, or else I'd look a mess.
(Thanks for the weirdo super-healing metabolism, Dad.)
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