Ouch!
Apparently, in Karate, you are supposed to block the kicks that are aimed at your ribs, or anywhere else for that matter. Unfortunately this is not a lesson I seem to have learnt very well, as I got a rather rude kick to the aforementioned ribs last Thursday from my Sensei. I, of course, mention to everyone that will listen that he *IS* a black belt… did I mention that? Black belt.. no?
I passed off the pain the next morning to bruising and carried on; Teaching my own class on Saturday, three hours of grading on Sunday, going to senior class on Tuesday and during the other class I teach on Wednesdays something went; “that’s it! you had you chance!” and went…. *ping*
Not the manliest of sounds I grant you, but enough for me to go “oooooooh f*ck!” and feel thoroughly sorry for myself.
Unfortunately the rather unhelpful nurse at the A&E fobbed me off with a “We don’t deal with Sports injuries over 48 hours old” and gave me a big pink horse pill to take (hopefully you were supposed to swallow it)! Not sure what medical miracle happens within your body, but apparently on the 49th hour it can figure out your rib was kicked sportingly and repair itself – unfortunately somebody forgot to tell my body.
Quick visit to the rather more helpful Doctors Surgery; a few prods, pokes and hmmmm’s from the young female Doctor (inflate chest, suck in stomach, pump up biceps and THEN lift up shirt so she can look at painful area)… and her prognosis – “Yep, fractured rib”. Unfortunately not a lot they can do about it apart from tell you to pop Paracetamol and Ibuprofen in equal measures and rest.
So I am stuck at home watching daytime television today… and planning my escape back to work tomorrow so I won’t have to watch any more of it!