I googled it, so it must be true.
When looking up “bruised ribs” I opted for the NHS site because if there’s one thing working in the UK taught me, it’s that they vet the text of these things scrupulously… not always accurately but definitely scrupulously.
I am definitely feeling a pain when I breathe, and I’m more hunched over than normal, as if I’m over-playing Richard III or Quasimodo.
There’s not much to be done about it. Again, I googled it:
Options include: Rest. That’s about it. Pop ibuprofen. Avoid activity that makes it worse but don’t lay about and stay still as then infections can occur.
I had toyed with the idea of signing up for a race to try and motivate me to get back in there, tiger. Atlanta even sent me a “devil in the desert” temptation note:
But I actually can’t bring myself to do it. It hurts too much. And that makes it feel worse and hurt more.
And all my meds were in my checked bag because I didn’t want to have to keep pulling them in and out of my carry-on for the five or six security screenings at various airports. And that bag to the best of my knowledge is either still Istanbul or maybe, just maybe, at 36,000 feet winging its way back to me. Either way, I’m stuck playing a waiting game.