On Sunday I was looking on the internet to find out how long my rib injuries were likely to last. Three weeks seemed the most optimistic possibility, so I gave in and took Ibuprofen, which I have to say made a vast difference. the next time I see anyone being kicked in the ribs, and I hope it’s part of TV drama rather than footage of a brawl, I shall be much more sympathetic. Really, I had no idea. Coughing, sneezing, even sitting up caused me to wince in pain. I found myself walking along covering my right ribs with my hand as though to cushion them from further harm.
Then, as if by magic, on Monday something shifted. I can still feel my bruised ribs, but they aren’t troubling me. My knees have faded to a grubby yellow, the left one adorned by two healing scabs, and the bruises on my forearm have faded to nothing. I’m left feeling quite chipper and impressed by my body’s recovery. I can’t be in such bad shape is how I interpret it. The warm sunshine may have helped too. I’ve been outside quite a lot, and those healing rays must have contributed. So onwards and upwards. Though toady is a paperwork day, so I’m inside spending time on the ‘phone and at the computer, taking a break from my tasks to write this. Continue reading