Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Yesterday the temperature was mild and the ground was wet. A perfect opportunity to do some yardwork instead of housework. I was pulling up small weeds, tree sprouts and some old roots. At times, I had to pull up a tarp screen. Can't believe how heavy it was. I started tracking a particularly big root, pulling it from under the tarp. I got my fingers into a joint and started to pull.
Ouch. A semi-sharp pain in my ribs. Not quite like a break but bad enough I couldn't even use a shovel to dig out more of the root. I did dig a little and 'popped out' a small tree my husband had cut back. However, just bending to pick up the trash hurt so I had to quit.
After giving the pain some thought, I decided to rest for a bit. Evaluating what actions caused more pain and which lessened it, I decided I either strained a muscle or bruised my rib. Since I had only a slight problem sleeping, I know it is not broken. Pampering it today, makes it feel better.
My husband thinks I should see a doctor and get an Xray. The last time I broke a rib, the ER doc and I had a great discussion of what to do. One touch and my reaction to the pain proved the rib(s) was broken. He asked why I wanted an Xray and declined to order it because curiosity about whether it was 1 or 2 ribs wasn't a good enough reason for excess exposure to radiation. I didn't need pain killer because over the counter meds work fine for me. A binder wasn't necessary because a bath towel provides enough support while sleeping. We finally agreed on instructions for proper treatment. Doc enjoyed a laugh when I told him how I broke the rib: was trying to moved a dresser 1". I squatted on the floor and pulled. My hand slipped and my elbow came back into my ribs. (It was easier than breaking a board.) The pain was blinding and I collapsed on the bed for a while before deciding to go to the ER.