When I said I broke my ribs, I was joking! Well I thought I was joking. The doctor didn’t. Diagnose: broken ribs. Ouch. I really am tough like Mad Max!
It doesn’t help that I had a hacking cough. Hacking cough plus broken ribs = double ouch. It also doesn’t help that every time I say my ribs are broken, I crack up laughing.
If you’re sitting there reading this, procrastinating about going for a run or a walk or to the gym, then get up and do it now. After reading about Shauna and Sue and being injured myself, I reckon you have to stop taking your body for granted. Don’t think – I’ll exercise tomorrow – because you can’t count on your body being there for you tomorrow.
Be grateful that you have a body capable of being fit and active, regardless of size and shape. There are so many people out there (no just sooky me with my broken ribs but people with real disabilities and illness) that would be damn happy to be able to slog through a gruelling workout session.
I do think I need to discuss with my doctor WHY I keep falling over. I figure it could be either because I have zero balance or a problem with my shoes (the nikes have been cursed by sweatshop children, I bet). I mean, I used to fall over lots but that was because I was drunk. Now I’ve cut back on drinking and I still fall over. I swear to god, if I’d done this pissed, I’d have not injured myself half as bad. Maybe I’ll take a pitcher of Margarita on my next run.