When it was my birthday, way back on March 12th, I was sick with a cold. I hadn’t been sick for a while so I guess it was my turn. As colds go this one decided to stay around and stake a claim on my throat and chest. This particular cold was persistent and generous in it’s creation of a cough mechanism and I as it’s host, honed my coughing skills…day and night. This increased activity in the cough department resulted in many and varied sexy voices for me. Mostly I sounded alot like Harvey Fierstein but without all the money.
Late last week in a fit of sneezing and coughing I felt a slight tug on my right side in the rib area. Today my doctor confirmed that I had cracked a rib coughing. I know this because it hurts, A LOT but mostly when I try to lie down and sleep, which involves turning and coughing, A LOT. I should be all better in a while, but it makes me wonder about my bone density. More calcium please. When I was looking up on the ‘intertubes’ about cracked ribs,I found out that one of the less common causes of rib fracture is gun shot wound. Gee, I’m glad I didn’t catch that.