After yesterday’s bike crash, I’ve calmed down a little. But I’m still muttering alot of bad words. And I feel like I have been hit by a train. Everything hurts on my right side. I couldn’t sleep very well last night, despite having a few martinis at the Expert’s birthday dinner. I thought the vodka would help. It helped me through some pain (mostly the emotional stuff and my repeated use of the bad words). But I woke up hurting about 30% worse. My shoulder is also thrashed, along with my right hip.
So I went to get the chest x-rayed today, because I couldn’t really lift my arms or breathe without pain, and no real surprise… voila!
I’ve got a fractured rib. Yay. Broken rib, broken rib. Nanny nanny boo boo. You are so jealous, you are so jealous.
Someone pulls out in front of me on their bike, and I get a broken rib.
Congratulations, Bob, what do we have here? Oh, it looks like another lesson to learn and that’s right–yet another setback! Congratulations! You get to learn how to stick your chin up, yet again!
Okay. Ah-hem (smoothing hair with hands, and adjusting my stained depression-ridden sweatpants).
Yes, this too shall pass. I will heal. (Coulda been worse, coulda been worse, be grateful). Time to work on mental toughness and nutrition. I finished 70.3 Augusta exactly 12 weeks after being cleared to run after breaking my foot. I have overcome injuries, and I get to do it again.
Just keep moving forward. Right? Right.
Oh, and don’t cough. Whatever I do… I should not cough.
That hurts ALOT.