the process involved holding the body in salt in order to separate the moisture ans inserting all kinds of herbs into ... but lets not get into any gruesome details.
nowadays, the proceess is a bit different: first, you fall while skating, and hit your small finger;
then, you get convinced it's nothing and it'll pass in a few days;
then you talk to your friends and hear all kinds of horor stories like
a friend of mine had something like that, he didn't go to the doctor, and twenty years later he got cancer and died
ok, the stories weren't like that, but they convinced me to go to the clinic anyway.
i got some nice pictures of my small finger (and the nice double fracture i had in it);
i also got to chat with the nice lady doing the nice pictures ... and when i thought everything was allright in the world (hey, she had a nice smile!), this old mr. doctor guy came, and started embalming me.
methinks it's called a cast.
so that's it: no more scuba and no more skating! i need someone to tell me i have to be responsible, and it'll be like being married!
all that said, skating is still nice, and i would do it again (and probably will when the cast is off)
just part of the game i guess...
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