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04-08-2007, 12:40 AM

Busted rib...
Don't know if I pulled it away from the connective tissue, tore a tendon or fractured it... but I am not doing so hot on my left side.
Just putting my socks and shoes on, not the first time I have hurt myself doing that, particular, chore either.
Kinda' pathetic when one has to think of something so trivial as a chore.
It is in the middle of my back and swelling a lot now. My son wanted me to play with him today and I could not... not even the little things I can do normally. I am VERY depressed right now. It has been a tough week and this was the last fucking thing I needed.
I had a surgical procedure earlier in the week, not a fun one... I won't go into it now.
Bitch done.

Edit:

On a good note, we had some friends over for a very fun time today, even though I was grounded in my chair and getting worse the whole time. Went to a park and had an egg ... they called it a hunt, more of a scary-ass-free-for-all. But, my son loves animals and there were some of his favorites. Strange thing happened. The people who had the insect and reptile tables did not know about the stuff they were showing, I guess they just worked for the city.

As I was describing things for my son (he was standing on my batteries and I was slowing moving along so he could see into the glass cases of bugs and jars of dead snakes, etc) kids and adults started following us and asking questions. Finn was even answering some, my son is three. Finally the lady sitting at the table asked if I was a scientist.
Seriously, I was not giving latin names or anything like that.
I just grew-up here and know about the flora and fauna of the area, normal stuff.

Finn and I were just doing son and dad stuff, I was not projecting or anything... it was very strange.
The really weird thing about it was, being that my rib is swelling and I'm talking and trying to control my chair with my right hand, watch Finn (so he does not fall or grab something) and try to move as little as possible (those of you who have had a busted/bruised/torn rib issue know what I mean by that) and breath as shallowly as possible...
I did not notice what was happening until, about, the third or fourth question.
Then, it was too late, we were in the "group" and there was nothing to do but go with the flow until the tables ended....
I am not fond of being trapped, though I did not feel threatened or anything like that... just surprised a bit, and very hemmed-in.

After the insane grab for eggs... perhaps I'll write about that later, but this hurts like hell.
We went home with our friends (they have two kids), colored eggs... I instructed from the couch... and was VERY good!
Not one peep about how the church stole all the good pagan holidays and that this is a great sex holiday we should be really celibrating... but I was THINKIN' IT!... They know, anyway. Not in front of the kids... until they are five...ish

My wife hid the eggs while I lorded over the island of Sodor and slowly realized that I had not just "twinged" something in my side, that I had, indeed, fucked-up again, and pondered on how long I could get away with not telling Kan when she came in and asked me why I was hurting so badly.

Kids hunted eggs, found small gifts that they treated like free cars (hell, some were), they ate and griped at me for not eating, then for being too sick to eat, then apologized for saying that, then asked how they could help, then asked how one breaks a rib putting on a shoe, gets confused by the answer and agrees to drop it. Everyone is very tired and I am content that I have had friends over for the first time in a very long time...
...
...Then Kan starts to feel bad, very bad, I get up and try to help her, start to swell, she gets mad, takes a bath, has a high fever, calls the Dr. but then won't go to the emergency room when he tells her to.
Dad comes and gets my son, and here I am, in bed with a lap-top... the lady at the emergency room thinks I should come in and get an x-ray, but I don't want to leave my wife.
Lot of ups and downs.
May seem mundane to you guys, but for a guy who spends a lot of his life unable to get out of bed, an eventful day with a lot of ramifications.

04-08-2007, 12:40 AM	#198
rkzenrage Guest Posts: n/a	Busted rib... Don't know if I pulled it away from the connective tissue, tore a tendon or fractured it... but I am not doing so hot on my left side. Just putting my socks and shoes on, not the first time I have hurt myself doing that, particular, chore either. Kinda' pathetic when one has to think of something so trivial as a chore. It is in the middle of my back and swelling a lot now. My son wanted me to play with him today and I could not... not even the little things I can do normally. I am VERY depressed right now. It has been a tough week and this was the last fucking thing I needed. I had a surgical procedure earlier in the week, not a fun one... I won't go into it now. Bitch done. Edit: On a good note, we had some friends over for a very fun time today, even though I was grounded in my chair and getting worse the whole time. Went to a park and had an egg ... they called it a hunt, more of a scary-ass-free-for-all. But, my son loves animals and there were some of his favorites. Strange thing happened. The people who had the insect and reptile tables did not know about the stuff they were showing, I guess they just worked for the city. As I was describing things for my son (he was standing on my batteries and I was slowing moving along so he could see into the glass cases of bugs and jars of dead snakes, etc) kids and adults started following us and asking questions. Finn was even answering some, my son is three. Finally the lady sitting at the table asked if I was a scientist. Seriously, I was not giving latin names or anything like that. I just grew-up here and know about the flora and fauna of the area, normal stuff. Finn and I were just doing son and dad stuff, I was not projecting or anything... it was very strange. The really weird thing about it was, being that my rib is swelling and I'm talking and trying to control my chair with my right hand, watch Finn (so he does not fall or grab something) and try to move as little as possible (those of you who have had a busted/bruised/torn rib issue know what I mean by that) and breath as shallowly as possible... I did not notice what was happening until, about, the third or fourth question. Then, it was too late, we were in the "group" and there was nothing to do but go with the flow until the tables ended.... I am not fond of being trapped, though I did not feel threatened or anything like that... just surprised a bit, and very hemmed-in. After the insane grab for eggs... perhaps I'll write about that later, but this hurts like hell. We went home with our friends (they have two kids), colored eggs... I instructed from the couch... and was VERY good! Not one peep about how the church stole all the good pagan holidays and that this is a great sex holiday we should be really celibrating... but I was THINKIN' IT!... They know, anyway. Not in front of the kids... until they are five...ish My wife hid the eggs while I lorded over the island of Sodor and slowly realized that I had not just "twinged" something in my side, that I had, indeed, fucked-up again, and pondered on how long I could get away with not telling Kan when she came in and asked me why I was hurting so badly. Kids hunted eggs, found small gifts that they treated like free cars (hell, some were), they ate and griped at me for not eating, then for being too sick to eat, then apologized for saying that, then asked how they could help, then asked how one breaks a rib putting on a shoe, gets confused by the answer and agrees to drop it. Everyone is very tired and I am content that I have had friends over for the first time in a very long time... ... ...Then Kan starts to feel bad, very bad, I get up and try to help her, start to swell, she gets mad, takes a bath, has a high fever, calls the Dr. but then won't go to the emergency room when he tells her to. Dad comes and gets my son, and here I am, in bed with a lap-top... the lady at the emergency room thinks I should come in and get an x-ray, but I don't want to leave my wife. Lot of ups and downs. May seem mundane to you guys, but for a guy who spends a lot of his life unable to get out of bed, an eventful day with a lot of ramifications. Last edited by rkzenrage; 04-08-2007 at 12:54 AM.