Feb 26, 2010

A Rib Fracture Story

No, this is not an X-ray of my own ribs - I found a public domain image at Wikimedia Commons and posted it here. If I had actually posted my own X-ray, though, it would look like this.

I wish I had an exciting story to post, but I actually fractured my rib while sitting in the chair in my office. My dog kept bringing over a tennis ball for me to throw, and she dropped it about three feet away from the chair. I leaned over, and the arm of the chair mangled my rib as I awkwardly half-fell, half-sprawled out of my chair.

Luckily, the break did not protrude and puncture my lung, but who knew office chairs could be so dangerous? Friends: never play fetch with a dog while rolling around in an office chair.

Bad things can happen.

My ER visit lasted three hours, and I told my wife I would have been highly pissed if I sat there all that time to find out the rib will heal just fine while having the doctor prescribe ibuprofen or something. At least the physician was considerate enough to write a prescription for lodine and Tylenol-3. The combined analgesic and anti-inflammatory properties of this pair seemed to take the edge off the pain quite nicely without creating a stoned effect.


Charlie said...

As someone who has cracked a rib before, all I can say is the good news is it only hurts when you breathe.

Debbie G said...

Cracked ribs hurt! Breathing is one thing, coughing and sneezing, well..good luck!

historymike said...


I'll just stop breathing then.

historymike said...


You are right - the other night I had the hiccups and experienced the joys of involuntary pain-stabbings.

Thomas said...


Mad Jack said...

Yeah, Mike, what he said. Sue 'em for their back teeth! Hey, did they put a warning label on the chair? How about on the instruction manual? I know a structural engineer who's between jobs right now and I bet he'd declare the chair unsafe.

Face it Mike. Those manufacturers knew what they were doing, and until the first fire they have no worries at all.

microdot said...

Black Jack, I thought you were referring to the dog! Oh, those canine miscreants know what they are doing.
I cracked a rib back in 1993 when my cat...A huge malfeseant who went under the alias Roscoe, (and I have to state most definitely, that I am not a cat person!) tried to kill me when I was stumbling around in my apartment in the dark at 4 am on the way to the toilet....
Only I didn't realize I had cracked a rib until long after the pain had subsided and I was being checked out for a totally unrelated problem and the doctors told me how nicely my broken rib had healed.
It really crimped my bass playing style for a few months...as well as adding an extra level of angst to my singing.

Vintage Rings said...

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