What A Pain!
A couple of weeks ago, I went to visit one of my many cousins just across the border. Her 18-year-old son was there – for some unfathomable reason, I’ve always been a favourite of his (maybe it’s an “absence makes the heart grow fonder” sort of thing). When he saw me, he picked me up in a bear hug and swung me around – did I mention that he’s 6’2” and plays rugby?
I heard a slight “pop” around my rib area and winced as he put me down gently, saying “Oh gosh – are you okay? Sorry – sometimes I don’t realize my own strength.”
No kidding. I felt like I’d been hit by that proverbial truck! However, although my ribs hurt for a while, the pain eventually subsided to a manageable level so I thought no more about it.
My side continued to ache over the next few days, especially when I lay down in bed at night. I couldn’t find a comfortable position and kept wincing every time I turned – so much for getting a good night’s sleep! But, being me, I just ignored the pain and decided it would go away on its own at some point.
Then about a week ago, I hauled out my relatively heavy vacuum cleaner and had my usual battle with it as I cleaned the house (it always wins so I don’t know why I even bother fighting). But as I was cleaning, the pain returned – with a vengeance!
Since then, I’ve barely been able to lift my arm above my head (which is a great – but rather drastic – excuse not to do any housework) and the pain has been constant. Although I haven’t been short of breath, it hurts when I inhale and exhale.
“Go and get it checked” my husband suggested. “No, I’d rather whine incessantly,” I replied. Now, my husband is a very understanding and sympathetic man but even he has his limits. “Okay, okay, I’ll make an appointment with my doctor,” I promised. And off I went.
The first thing my doctor asked me was how I was breathing. Once he established that I wasn’t having too much trouble breathing, he gave me a brief physical exam over the area and told me I’d probably cracked a rib “but we won’t know for sure unless you have an x-ray.” Oh joy. He then went on to say that even if I had an x-ray and found I’d cracked a rib, there wasn’t much I could do except wait for it to heal. But he wanted me to have the x-ray anyway to make sure that the cracked rib wasn’t causing undue pressure on my lung.
Well, the upshot of this is that – yes, I’ve cracked a rib – or rather, my cousin’s son cracked it for me. (He’s been very contrite and even sent me flowers and an apologetic note, so I suppose I’ll forgive him.) But it’s not too bad and I’m learning to live with it. The housework has fallen on my husband, though, so I think he’s more annoyed with my cousin’s son than I am!
What I am more bothered about, however, is that I can’t do my yoga. I haven’t been taking any classes this summer but have managed to establish my “yoga at home” routine. Well, that’s gone down the drain now! I only hope my rib will heal sufficiently by September so that I’ll be able to start up my yoga classes again.
In the meantime, I need comfort food to get my through this – so where did I hide that chip bag?!
[tags]rib, cracked born, pain, lungs, yoga at home, yoga routine, x-ray, healing, yoga for injuries[/tags]