I Think I Broke a Rib
Apr. 03, 2006 by Jason
JJ: “Dammit!”
Momo: “What?”
JJ: “I was just reaching for something and I felt this intense pain.”
Momo: “What was it?”
JJ: “I think I broke a rib when I fell off my skateboard last week. It hurts like a bitch.”
Momo: “You should see a doctor.”
JJ: “…”
Momo: “Seriously.”
JJ: “…”
Momo: “I’m not kidding.”
JJ: “I think I’ll wait it out. It’ll heal.”
April 3rd, 2006
From experience, if it were a broken rib, you would not be able to breathe without intense pain.
Most likely, it’s just a pulled or strained abdomen muscle. You’d be surprised how much core injuries hurt. You never realize how much you use your abdomen until it’s injured.
One time, I took a roundhouse kick right to the left side of my ribcage. I was in an awkard, stretched position and it broke two ribs. It was the most intense pain I have ever felt.
April 3rd, 2006
For some strange reason, that makes me feel a little better. At least I can assume it’s not broken.
April 3rd, 2006
You’ll be fine, wuss.
April 3rd, 2006
First it was the haircut and now it’s the skateboard injury. Either you angered the Gods or someone put a voodoo curse on you, maybe both. Cause you are just having some major bad luck.
As all the old high school coaches used to say ” Walk it off, you’ll be fine”
April 3rd, 2006
How old are you again? (Sorry couldn’t resist
)
April 3rd, 2006
Ooh… Dr. Ev, you sounded so medical!
JJ, sucks getting old, doesn’t it?
April 3rd, 2006
Pulled back muscles and strained chest muscles feel like broken ribs. Sometimes, if they’re bad enough, they come with shortness of breath too.
I perfectly understand you though. I college, I broke my left hand and a finger playing basketball. For around six weeks, I sat on my ass doing nothing but complaining about it. My girlfriend eventually dragged me by my ear to a doctor where I got it taped.
Voluntarily going to a doctor for a man-type injury? Fuck that shit.
April 3rd, 2006
Can you laugh?
Drink milk
April 3rd, 2006
yeah, it’ll heal. fuck the copay. your future nickname: ‘crooked ribcage guy’.
cd swap. love it.
April 3rd, 2006
Lyndon:
“Walk it off, you’ll be fine”
I think a lot of guys live their life by that code. I know I do. Sounds like an idea for a post…
Ron:
Excellent callback.
Mooalex:
I think the problem is, I’m 30, but I act like I’m 13.
Maine:
“Voluntarily going to a doctor for a man-type injury? Fuck that shit.”
Exactly!
Madbull:
Actually, it does hurt to laugh. I’m not sure about milk, but luckily beer seems to help.
Sarah:
CD swap - I’m there!
Everyone: Go check out the link in Sarah’s comment.
April 3rd, 2006
breaking a rib completely sucks. i’ve actually done this twice.
April 3rd, 2006
Don’t be a pussy.
Real men don’t go to doctors… only when unconscious — or when your wife tells you to do so.
April 3rd, 2006
If I were you, I’d go to the doctor. Might get some nice pain relievers.
April 3rd, 2006
Comment to Ev instead of JJ (sorry, injury boy) - was your roundhouse kick delivered by Chuck Norris? If so, you’re lucky to be alive.
April 3rd, 2006
but it is still best to take a visit to the doctor just to be sure!
April 3rd, 2006
Shirley: No, it was delivered by Elwood from the quietwater (http://www.quietwaterweb.org). We train in mixed martial arts together.
April 3rd, 2006
I think I broke a rib once, slipping on some stairs while intoxicated at a Halloween party, dressed up as Wednesday Addams. That shit hurt for two weeks. No point going to a doctor though, unless it’s for Kevin’s great advice. Painkillers. Hell yeah.
April 3rd, 2006
Might be broken. Awhile back I was fighting some dudes - interestingly enough no one was angry - and I thought I strained some rib muscles or something. A week later, after whining like a girl while I’m trying to sleep, my wife convinced me to go to the doctor (Rockyjay’s correct). The x-rays showed five or six fractures. The doctor gave me some excellent pills (Kevin’s correct), also prescribed rest, and the healing process was supposedly quicker after having seen the doctor. Please be careful, JJ. If something as simple as a yawn causes your ribs to splinter into your lungs, followed by your slow strangulation on your own frothy lung blood, resulting in your lonely, agonizing death, don’t come crying to me. On the other hand, you’ll probably be fine.
April 4th, 2006
Don’t cry to Ned, JJ-tina. The truth is you always were a puss-puss.
April 4th, 2006
You tell him, Ev! Jeesh JJ, what’s with you?
April 4th, 2006
Jimmy:
Did you break it while breakdancing?
RockyJay:
Yeah, you know how it is.
Kev:
I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to too.
Charles:
I don’t think that’s gonna happen. I’m way too much of a slacker for that. It would require making an appointment and leaving work early to drive to the clinic, etc. I’d rather be in pain.
J.Mo:
I’m taking your advice. That’s all there is to it.
Ned:
Are you trying to scare me? “ribs to splinter” “slow strangulation” “frothy lung blood” “agonizing death”
Shit.
If I do die, at least you can say you called it.
Sar:
I know. It’s a paradox. I’m willing to live with pain, but I’ll keep whining about it. I am a wuss.