Until a few years ago, I was pretty squeamish about a lot of injuries. But having all the breaks and surgery I've had eliminated most of that. There's one thing, however, that still has the ability to make me stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalalala I'm not listening!" when it's discussed: compound fractures. The very idea makes me cringe. I've considered having a medical alert bracelet made that states that I should be shot if I ever see one of my bones sticking through my skin. It's just not a memory I want to live with. I have trouble looking at my gums.
I bring this up because of NCAA basketballer Kevin Ware's injury this weekend, which I didn't see -- I don't watch sports -- but was unfortunate enough to see covered in gory detail (no pun intended) on the web. Luckily I have yet to see pictures. And from complete stranger me to Mr. Ware, you have my unending sympathy.
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