2 years back, I fell from a lift and landed wrongly. That resulted in me having to endure the pain for Dancetitude (not complaining about the concert! but the pain was a pain in the ass) lots of money flew away seeking "treatments" only to realise it was a fracture at the end of the day, and not any simple pulled muscle. zz 

so I ended up in a cast, that got me the nickname of "Robocop" which still sticks with me till today. 

Today, marks the second anniversary of my right foot's fracture, and to join in the fun, my right hand decided to get a cut.

and it's not some paper cut. It's a cut from those folder you use to put smaller books. AND BOY IT HURTS EQUALLY BAD. 

so angry at how clumsy I am but oh wells. let's hope I suffer from no more injuries!