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On Tuesday evening I played squash. During the game I collided with my opponent, running full into his shoulder.
My chest hurt, but I thought I'd bruised it and didn't give it another thought.
On Wednesday morning, I woke up and the pain was worse, especially if I coughed, laughed or breathed too deeply. Once again, I thought nothing of it, assuming still that it was a bruise.
On Wednesday afternoon I had some time off, so went cliff walking along the coast. The pain was even worse now, especially when going up hill. Carried on with the walk and after a 10 mile trip arrived back at the car.
On Wednesday evening the pain was really bad, but I assumed I'd just made the bruising worse and thought nothing of it.
At about 11.30, Wednesday night, I went to bed. It was a bit difficult to get comfortable because of the pain, but I eventually fell asleep sometime after 12.30.
At 1.25 I woke up in fucking agony. could hardly breath as even the shortest of breaths were really painful and when I coughed (I haven't had a cigarette since last Friday, coughing is part of the clean up process) it was fucking murder. Tried to get back to sleep, couldn't so went to A&E in Yeovil.
Just got back after being informed I've fractured three ribs.

The lesson? Don't give up fags. Give up excercise.

I cracked 3 ribs when the tsunami hit, I didn't even realise at the time and even spent the night sleeping up in the mountains. I certainly felt it the next day though and was even admitted to hospital for 2 nights because I just couldn't breathe.

You do have to be careful Herthab because it takes fucking ages to heal, and up to about a year afterwards the slightest knock and I'd be back to square one again. Also the nature of the injuiry means that their is little to nothing that can be done to help.

They gave me co-hydramol and advised me to blow a balloon up twice a day!

(Apparently, you weaken the lungs by not breathing fully and are at risk of infection. Blowing up a balloon, however painful, is supposed to keep the lungs strong)

The painkillers were free. The balloons I have to buy myself.

Moral of the story: Be better at squash.

My step-dad had 6 months off work for broken ribs.

Didn't realise you were caught up in that.

Yeah. I had my mug in one of the local Swindon rags as a missing person apparently.

I have just realised who you are from my facebook friends after seeing your status!

Back to darts I think Steve, less chance of doing ourself a mischief that way.

He's never beaten me. Even on Tuesday I won 4-2.

I am the king of squash.

Although obviously not for the next 5-6 weeks......

I cracked my ribs on a water slide in India. Was extremely painful for the week afterwards and like you thought it was just bruised but painkillers for the last month have done the job.

I played squash tonight and broke no ribs.

Retard.