Back in 1993 I made a nigh-fatal mistake. I stopped at a red light. Good part of it was I got to ride in a helicopter. The bad part? Well, I wrote the story down, typing it one handed and emailing it off to the intarwebs. In 2005, I posted the story on LJ.
On Wednesday I got some x-rays of my shoulder to see if there was anything bone-wise that might account for the symptoms from the torn rotator cuff. There wasn't, but the tech called in from the other room, "Uh, have you ever broken your humerus?"