After thirty-five years I managed to break something: a rib. Ironically I walked around for a day and half before realizing something was amiss; this injury only became apparent when I looked in the mirror and noticed the sudden asymmetry between the right and left ribcage. Well, the reflection and plus the unusual discomfort I had sleeping. A trip to the doctor and some X-rays verified my suspicion.
The injury happened during a training a Krav Maga training exercise. And honestly, I learned so much during that particular class if it wasn’t for the constant aching pain, I’d say being sidelined for a month while the ribs heal is a worthwhile trade-off.
Next time I’ll be ready when my training partner brings the fury. . .
Ouch! But how could you not notice? At least when I fractured my skull falling head first down the stairs I could tell something was amiss from the crushing headache.
The adrenaline covered the injury up on the first night, beer took me through the second.
When the bone snapped, it was a bit like a slipping sensation, rather than an obvious fissure.