Ouch!
At my soccer game last Sunday, I was fortunate enough to have the unique experience of an opposing player attempting to shove my own elbow through my ribcage to my spine. It didn't make it, but ya gotta give the guy an "A" for effort.
Now, this isn't why I haven't been writing lately, but it would certainly serve as a good excuse. I spent about 10 minutes attempting to breathe as people helpfully asked, "Are you alright? You don't look good."
Stupidly, with family in town, I decided to finish the game and got back out there, at which time I was slide tackled and sandwiched a few times. Yowza!
Now it's a week later and I'm still trying to determine if my ribs were fractured or if the meat was simply stripped off the bone. The doctor says not to bother coming in, unless I feel like paying for and subjecting myself to X-rays just to get confirmation of whether the ribs are cracked or not.
My Dad (an ER doc) tells me there's nothing to be done for a rib, and if it hurts at the same intensity level for 3 weeks, then starts to get better, I'll know it was cracked.
That's helpful.
I sneezed this morning. Hmmm. I won't be doing that again soon. It felt as though my right rib, 3rd from the bottom, wanted to fly across the room and I bit my tongue trying to hold it in. Yup. Won't do that again.
So. Ouch. What an annoying injury. You really can't do much with cracked ribs, it hurts like the dickens with just about any physical exertion. It hurts even worse when not exerting myself, like when I'm sleeping. That's the worst, definitely, trying to roll out of bed as I hear my ribs creaking through my pain-drained-brain.
Anyway, I've missed one soccer game so far, but I'm still hopeful that I'll be able to play in 6 days. Until then, it's Advil time!
Posted by BilFish at April 12, 2004 07:40 AM