One evening circa 2015, my right knee just stopped working, so I fell down – standing around, talking and laughing, and then TIMBERRRRRRR 😂

it continued not working for a few days but didn’t hurt at all

As it started working again, it started hurting, but not really that badly, and that eventually stopped after carefully rebuilding strength, which was mysteriously much less for a while.

I never saw a doctor because I couldn’t afford it, so no idea what actually occurred inside my knee 🤷

It was genuinely So Funny when it happened, though. I still smile when I think of how silly it felt and what it must have looked like to other people. It really didn’t hurt even a little bit, but it acted like it was made out of silly putty, just completely incapable of staying where I put it. I was scooting up and down stairs on my butt for a while 😂 big toddler energy

I woke up with a gash on my hand a couple weeks ago. It was from just near the base of my thumb up to just under the base of my index finger. No idea how it possibly could have gotten there without me noticing. Maybe I have some sort of nerve damage in my hands, because I never feel it when I get cut, I just notice that I’m bleeding a short while after.

Weirdest one, however, is the little scar on my face. No idea what that one’s from, and you’d think I’d remember that one.

One morning after drinking heavily I woke up and had blood all over my face and a cut. Still no clue how it happened.

The existential wound of being born