What if I broke my arm? Like more than a simple fracture, something like bone poking through the skin at one point and some shattered bone at another place? Like, a really complex, compound fracture. And it was an accident. It wasn't something that could be helped or prevented.

And what if the doctor put a cast on my arm? What if he reset the arm, reattached some tendons, inserted pins, prepared the plaster for the cast, set my arm in the cast, let it harden and tied a sling around my neck for my healing arm to rest?

What if with my good arm I sawed off pieces of this cast to make a sculpture as a centerpiece to go in my living room, just because I can? And what if my arm hasn't completely healed, but also the pins fall out, I tear some muscles and I've developed gangrene?

And then, what if I refused to see a doctor or anyone who would be able to help me get better, regardless of whether I knew I would lose my arm, because it's my arm, I can do whatever I want with my arm; I have complete sovereignty over my arm?

Somebody's going to have to subdue me and knock some sense into me, right? before I don't have an arm to exercise, right?