mom making you stay in? im just fuckin with ya. well, it's a blessing in disguise. last time i broke my collarbone i got drunk and decided it would be a good idea to run down the street with my friends for whatever reason. as fate would have it, i tripped, fell, rolled right on the broken side, and ended up extending the recovery time by another month. shit went from broken(cracked) to displaced. hurts like a mother fucker too. dont ever fall on an already broken bone, cause you can feel that shit crunch even more.
and then just before the rebreak healed, i was drunk again (though this time i was actually careful) but i slipped on a patch of ice and rebroke it a second time.
moral of the story, let injuries heal. i ended up with a broken collarbone for over two months when it was supposed to just be a 3-week recovery. dont whine about missing out on shit during the healing process either, because if you risk going out and hurting yourself again, you just get set back even further. aint work it in the long run.
yep.