Today I spent almost all of my time sitting still in a chair, because I have a cracked rib.
Errrgh!
Cracked rib: great in a sandwich, terrible in your body!
It happened when Jeffrey burst into our bedroom at 6 a.m. last Saturday, began jumping on our bed, then slipped and landed with both of his knees on my chest.
Yeah, OW.
The sad news is that this is the second cracked rib I’ve had in the last twelve months. The first one happened on the other side of my chest. Wimmy was sitting on my lap and squirming, then suddenly arched his back and whammed his head into my ribcage. It felt like a someone had thrown a bowling ball at me.
It hurts, a lot. Every time I breathe in, it feels like a strip of rusty thumbtacks is being pressed into my side. And if you shake your head and call that being overdramatic about the pain, I have a bowling ball I’d like to introduce you to.
My kids are out to get me, that’s all.
Casa Camisas 
Oh, no! I’m so sorry!
(Is it Eleanor’s turn next?)
Oh, man. So sorry! That really sounds painful.
Hopefully it heals as quickly as possible.
I know this sounds hopelessly silly, but truly, can I bring a dinner by or something to give you a break? I’m sure you don’t want to be on your feet much right now . . .
argh! Does anyone have a bullet proof vest or something you can wear? Or football pads? They would look lumpy under your clothing, but save the ribs from the kids! Just kidding. I hope you feel better soon, however long it takes to heal a rib.
Laura, you are so sweet, but I don’t think we’ll be needing a meal. Brian’s been able to come home early and get food taken care of. Thanks for thinking about us, though!
My sympathies! I hope you heal quickly.