Day Thirty Seven

Uh?

Oh yeah, Luke’s first day back at school. Which is so exciting, but I tried to do too many errands with Lilly. Trips to the market, post office, fluff and fold, all made more difficult by my broken rib, did I forget to tell the story of the broken rib?

I am a healthy 53 year old man. I feel physically fit and capable. I have never broken a bone as far as I know.

In the last four years I have cracked, sprained, or possibly broken two or three ribs. On two occasions and both times at a children’s playground.

The first time I was coming down a slide with Luke and it got out of control a bit much, I aborted the slide in an effort to keep from craving my child and landed my back square onto a rounded plastic corner, at full speed. It resulted in a fractured or broken rib, I was buckled over in the worse pain I have ever experiences and my rib cage turned purple. It was both tragic and comic as the best things in life always are.

Cut to approximately three years later and I am standing at the park, minding my own business having just had a fun texting interchange with a good friend. I turned and my right calf caught on the cement bench that was right behind me, just enough to throw me off balance. That sent me backwards and in a twisting position, the bench made it impossible for me to catch my fall and I landed full force straight onto a steel rail at hip height directly on my left side rib cage. This time I heard a distinct “crack crack”, I had indeed fractured or broken two ribs this time. I buckled over in pain, unable to breath, blacked out and stayed that way for about 60 seconds. Excruciating to say the least.

So, just to put this together. The grown man, 53 years old, never broken a bone in his body UNTIL HE HAD CHILDREN!, breaks multiple ribs on two separate occasions, but times at a childrens playground. Yup, that’s just about it.

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