I went for a run in work boots on a sidewalk with potholes.  

Mid-fall I thought I'd broken my ankle but in that instant I hadn't yet broken anything. 

Then I landed on my wrist. Which broke.

My ankle is fine so it could have been worse.

In the E.R. arm stretching room I heard a man one room over cry, "In one week my whole life is OVER!" 

Then I heard him piss, which means he still had a penis, so it could  have been worse.

A few days later on the way to surgery I found a wing that lost it's bird.  The wing is doing fine; the bird was not there to comment.

A few days later in the grocery store parking lot where I was picking up one-armed meals, I saw a woman with two wrapped ankles lifted into a wheelchair by her husband. 

That was nice of him. 

It could have been worse.

My nurse at home is a cat. 

She thinks head-bonks heal everything. 

They don't.