Remember how I tripped during my run the other day and landed on my face in the street? At the time, my bloodied hands got all the attention and I laughed at the novelty of scraping up my chest. Well, since then my hands have mostly healed, but my chest remains a problem.
It hurts when I breathe deeply or cough (which I do because I’m still getting over a cold). And it really hurts when I lie down or roll over or twist the wrong way. At first I thought I was just stiff or maybe had a bruise, so I ignored it during the past week in Paris. But then I went to the gym yesterday morning and did an upper-body workout and have pretty much been in pain and agony ever since.
Now, after three Google searches and a quick perusal of WebMD, I think my rib might be broken. I have all the symptoms, and when I press on my sternum (or cough or breathe or sneeze or pick up something heavy), I can point to a very specific point on the right side of my chest where the pain originates.
I do think this increases my radness factor, though. I mean, anyone can wear yellow pants in Paris. But yellow pants AND a broken bone? That’s something Chuck Norris would do.