Better start lacing up those running shoes, mate.
Went to the doc today at my wifes' urging. Good thing i did. My ribs were not broken or cracked, they were dislocated. I wasn't aware such was possible, but apparently i managed it. After much twisting and bending of my poor body by the doctor (and much mumbling and quiet cursing by yours truly) I have been told to expect to back to normal in a week, back on the pipes in ten days.
It still hurts like blue blazes, but it's a different kind of pain. I can't explain it any better than that. My sternum still feels like I've been hit with a refrigerator, but my back and sides feel different.
May I take the liberty of both congratulating you on a good sense of humor and also pirate your O.P. for the benefit of a few friends?
Well, four anyway.
I wish I believed in reincarnation. Where's Charles Martel when you need him?
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