I cracked my rib cartilage on Tuesday. My current shambling, zombie-like nature consists of two strained rotator cuffs and one cracked rib-ish injury; not bad for a 32 year old!
I was doing a workout at the onsite gym on Tuesday evening out here in California and at the lowest point of a leg press I actually heard a sound come from my rib cage. Tie a piece of twine to a piece of plywood. Stretch it reeeeal tight and the pluck the string away from the wood and snap it: that’s the sound I heard come from my rib cage. Then everything hurt real bad.
My immediate thoughts were: hernia. My thoughts the next morning as I woke up to intense pain were: oblique abdominal strain/tear. My thoughts this morning: holy fuck my entire right side is searing pain… broken rib?
My instinct was to hold my side, WWE-wrestler style, and limp back to Wisconsin to get medical care, but after I called my doctor to make an appointment for next week they were alarmed that I would fly without getting checked out. “Go to a hospital immediately,” they said. “No,” I replied. “Yes, go,” they adamantly responded. So I went.
The verdict: I have cracked my rib cartilage (the part that attaches my abdominal muscles to my rib cage). Painful, four week rest from most activity, and I got Vicodin.
And yes, in five days it’s the One Year Anniversary of my lung exploding on a business trip. INFINITE SIGH.