I’ve broken my collarbone.
Dad says: Broken legs are worse
B says: I’m pregnant.
A says: I have a new motor bike!
One shouldn’t compare. It’s all news. Relevant. Now I sit about, right arm in a sling. Wishing I took it a bit slower, careful. Paid leave is a blessing – working away, accumulating time off if anything goes wrong. And now it has, bone mending time. Some scrabble and sitting about. Catching up on old plans, a time to read. Shooting pains, no sports to speak of – maybe a walk and a tid bit of shopping. Destroyed from force, shoulder barging the earth with all my might. Swapping positions with my mountain bike over a gradual set of sweet jumps. Rookie mistake, trap for new players. And now I can’t sleep comfortably, pained splintering prickles in my skin.