I'm fine, except, you know, I broke my pelvis. And that's not much fun.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I fell and broke my pelvic bone in three places. So, I'm still sort of an invalid now.
I always end up hurting myself doing something mundane. If I have to do some complicated stunt, I'm fine.
I've smashed myself around, been on crutches, and broken a couple of bones when I was a kid.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
I've never broken a bone in my body, even though I've done some extreme things.
I'm perfectly fine now if I never went on stage again.
I broke my leg is all I did. I didn't break my brain.
I'm fine the way I am. There's nothing wrong with me.
One of the the great things about having had something that didn't work out is: So what? I am fine.
I'm fine, and my hips are fine. My false knee is fine. My false hips are fine. Everything's cooking.