I feel your pain.
Literally.
I broke several ribs a few weeks ago while installing a post for my kids BBal set. It hurts to sit up in bed.

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Remember - It's important to be comfortable in your own skin... because it turns out society frowns on wearing other people's

I've bruised/broken ribs on no less than six occasions. It's always the same deal; 5-6 weeks of shallow breathing, plank-like movements, and constrained wincing. Good luck!

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"The right to party is a battle we have fought, but we'll surrender and go Amish... NOT!" -Wayne Campbell

I've broken ribs twice before. I'm pretty sure I didn't break anything this time, _just_ a bruise or strained musculature. Still a literal pain, esp. since I can't stop having to pick up my toddler at least a dozen times a day.

I’ve torn the intercostals three times in the last five years.

Sucks.

Rest up. Don’t sneeze.

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Civilize the mind, but make savage the body.

- Chinese proverb

That sounds miserable. I don't recall ever having this problem when my kids were young, so I guess I should be grateful.

My last experience was a year ago, courtesy of a shoulder to the chest during pick-up soccer. For the better part of a month, I had to wedge a pillow beneath my hips so that I could roll out of bed without using my upper body. As Duffy said, don't sneeze. Or cough.

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"The right to party is a battle we have fought, but we'll surrender and go Amish... NOT!" -Wayne Campbell

I was hit by a pick up truck and had 12 broken ribs and 2 collapsed lungs. Breathing was not easy...

Yah, sucks, and it's my own damn fault. I started doing Brazilian jiu jitsu this summer and am really liking it. Earlier this week I did my first class that wasn't a pure beginner class and was rolling with some bigger and more experienced guys. Since I still have very little idea what I'm doing, I mostly was just struggling and flailing around while I got manhandled, and was often trying to muscle my way out of things for lack of having meaningful skill to apply - seems that wasn't the best strategic plan. Felt ok for a couple hours after, then that evening things started to hurt, and by next morning I was in significant pain.

Tried lying about the cause to mrs wimsey because she's all "you can't do fight club if it means you aren't able to be a basically competent husband/father/person who deals with shit around the house". Tried telling her I hurt myself moving something at work, to which she responded "you're a damn lawyer, what were you moving, a 5000 page license agreement", which was a pretty fair response, though in hindsight I really should have had a better fib lined up.

So now I have to keep doing my husband/father/deal with shit around the house stuff because I want to keep doing fight club, which means I have to pick up the son when he's doing ill-advised things like trying stick his face in the dog's water bowl to blow bubbles. He's learning some good compound curse words though.

I was an oxycodone poster boy. I took 2 pills every 4 hours for 2 months...still surprised I didn't become an addict.