Can't teach an old dog new tricks

The husband has out done himself AGAIN! He was on school pick up duty for the 7yr old the other day so decided to skateboard down to meet the son.  I'm not sure where he thinks he lives these days?  but the footpaths in our area and pretty much the whole city are f*#@ed thanks to Mother Nature having a tanty in February last year.  It's no secret, it's not like the massive craters, cracks and lumps are hidden but somehow he managed to take a massive fall and waste his wrist, fingers, knuckles, knee and hip in a crack on the way home.  He limped in and proceeded to tell me to ring the council and tell them to come fix our footpath! ummm yeah pretty sure they know all about it judging by the shit loads of road works we encounter every second street we drive down and probably wouldn't have a repair department set aside for emergency try hard dad injuries anyway.   This is not the first time the husband has caned his body doing stuff he really shouldn't.  When the teenager had a party a couple of years back, he decided to show them all how to do a back flip on the trampoline. This stunt ended with broken ribs.  Another Trampoline injury was 4 days before our wedding, where he thought he could play wrestle with his younger cousin thereby putting his back out.  He spent the next 4 days having extensive physio and being a Groomzilla flat on his back on the lounge floor.  He is now banned from Trampolines.
Among these injuries he has also been choppered off the mountain after attempting a jump on his snowboard and can be found erecting random jumps at home trying to get the 7yr old to attempt them on his scooter by first showing him how its done *sigh
On the positive side, this sort of behavior gives the teenager plenty of chances to practise her St John first aid skills.  You should see her eyes light up at the sight of blood or a suspected broken bone.  It's like shes died and gone to heaven.  She told us how she had to help a girl at school who had fainted.  I can just picture her rushing to the front, elbowing the teacher out of the way and with a loud voice "GET BACK... I GOT THIS!"  I'm sure she carries her 'work place first aid level 2' card around in her wallet just so she can flash it like the FBI.
This kind of injury dedication does come in handy, particularly since I don't do broken bones.  Can't even talk about them, its probably one of the only things on the planet that makes me want to Vom then pass out.  Why is it that when I tell someone that, they start in on all their most revolting broken bone stories?? My stomach is churning even typing this.  I've always told my children "if you break a bone then you might as well head straight to the neighbours cause I'm not having a bar of it." Luckily for me and them this event hasn't happened yet *touch wood.