Hah my family is already full of mutants.
My Mom is 64 year old lady, itty bitty 4 foot 10 inches, 90 to 100 lbs, smokes like a chimney (yet the doctor can't tell--she's that healthy) and yet somehow up till last year took care of her bed ridden mother who weighed 350 lbs lifting her unassisted multiple times throughout the day.
There's myself--a few years ago I was in a motorcycle accident and the doctors insisted x-raying my entire body... they didn't find any current breaks, just a whole lot of old ones that had healed wrong... The most impressive being my pelvis. And you know what? I never knew that they were broken. And my most recent break was just this August, I fell down the last two steps here at the apartment while holding the baby. Broke my ankle. By the next day it looked like I was trying to smuggle plums under my skin, and the bone poked out weirdly. Didn't hurt a bit. Even when walking on it. I've not gone to the doctor about it, though it still looks a bit funny. I don't think I feel pain quite the same way everyone else does--give me road rash and I'm a whiny little bitch, bones though, no big deal.
And then there's my twin brother (who tells me I'm insane for not going to the doc about the ankle) who heals like he muther f^&*ing Wolverine. I'm serious, he gets all these injuries at work--he got a three inch slash that was two inches deep one freaking centimeter from his renal artery in his back, it bled for three hours, no stitches, healed completely in less than a week. OR the time he crushed his finger, an injury in a normal person that would have required amputation was better in a month. Heck, his healing factor was documented as 'anomalous' back when we were two by the doctors at Parkland Burn Center in Dallas. He's in the history books there.
Not to mention all the car accidents that he's walked away from, 47 of them, all of them the cars were totaled, some of them other people died. Or horribly maimed, in one case my brother was sitting in the back seat of his friend's hatchback, the car was packed, it was one of those country back roads around Larue, they were going too fast (and were probably high), and it was wet. You can guess what happened. Everyone was wearing a seat belt but my brother, and the guy next to him was somehow thrown from the the car and lost his face. Everyone else suffered injuries of one kind or another, except my bro who got off without a single scratch.
Far as I know, there's nothing odd about my Mom's siblings, and my other siblings seem to be normal--though my eldest brother takes enough heroin to kill an elephant seal, and my sister is a former runway model, they're normal... I think.
99 Problems and a Cat
Croi Desai vs. HR99
@ 12:30 AM Apr 23rd