If I still had a German Shepard, this one would be mine.So a few weeks ago I took a spill on my wet bathroom floor. Got some beautiful bruises out of it... colors turning many different shades. (Hey! What color will it be today?! Oh... so that must be what "puce" is... who knew?) Anyway... sore and a little stiff. I do like always... I just deal with it and forget about it. (Something I've discovered is coming to be a lot easier the longer I "push 50") I had my checkup in Marshfield and everything is all GOOD!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
I spent most of this week at Dad's house. He had Doctor visits, gas is too expensive to drive back and forth every few days... what can you do? Quite simply... stay at Dad's. While I'm at Dad's, I'm trying to get the remainder of the fall cleaning done. (Yes... I know it's almost spring. Couldn't convince me of that right now... there's got to be at least two inches of new snow since I got home tonight.)
Where was I? Oh yeah... spr... I mean "fall" cleaning. I was doing laundry (always a painful venture for me) ironing, (I detest ironing!) washing dishes, chopping ice... the list goes on and on. I'm getting fairly sore, which doesn't mean much. But it was bothering me that doesn't usually happen. I was starting to think to myself, "Self? Are you turning into a big wuss or what?" As I'm getting out of the chair yesterday I actually moaned and pressed my side which was really hurting.
Dad says, "What's wrong?" I say, "Man, my chest is driving me nuts! It really hurts!" He looks at me and says very dryly, "Do ya' think it might be those broken ribs of yours?"
I look at him thinking, "Huh?" and then, "Oh yeah! I forgot!" When I went for my checkup they discovered that I had fractured two ribs in my fall! I hadn't given them a thought! Dad just shook his head, I laughed and said... "Yep. Dan was right. I do have the pain tolerance of a truck!" Busted ribs! Who knew!? I was actually a little relieved. I was starting to think I was getting soft in my old age.
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