Do you know, what? Today I went to the hospital in Figueres for the revision of my arm, that I broke last month. I had bad luck, and the Doctor didn't take off my plaster. I was pissed off by this situation because it wasn't the first time that this happened.
Then, when I was about to go, something really funny happened. I was talking with my mother about how many times I had already broken my bones, and none of us remembered, when suddenly the Doctor gave me all my X-rays.
When we went out, we counted the X-rays and now I think that it was normal I didn't remember how many there were, because we counted eleven in the last ten years.
Imagine, that means, I broke a bone minimum once a year. Because of that I was worried and I asked the Doctor about it, but he said that it was only bad luck.
The bone that was broken most often, is the "radi", approximately in 80% of the situations, next the big toe, and the last and the most "spectacular" was the "clavicula" when I was 6 years old, and it was then when everything started.