Tough Week and a Half
Welp, it's official, I did break a rib. I had x-rays done on Friday, after a week of feeling fairly miserable. The results: "nondisplaced fracture of the right anterolateral sixth rib".
Honestly, I was glad to hear that. I was beginning to feel a bit like a sissy, because I hurt so bad. If I had only knocked the wind out of myself, and then felt this bad for this long, I would be ashamed of myself.
Six weeks, on average, is the recovery time for such a break. I am a week and a half in, so I should be good as new in the middle of February. I just hope that there is some improvement by the time we play Herman's Hideaway, on the 24rd of this month!
I emailed my doc and asked when I can get back on the bicycle. I think that she had already gone home, because I haven't gotten an answer, yet. I hope that it's soon, because I am not really digging on driving the truck back and forth to work, every day.
It's been too icy for the motorbike. Plus, I'm not sure I could ride it, anyway. A sneeze nearly puts me on the floor, and I sure wouldn't want to have that happen as I was motorbiking down the road!
Oh, well. Just taking it easy, for now, and growing fat and lazy.