Me fucken ribs. That's what. Well, ok, not cracked but bruised and sore. Sparring a guy on Wednesday morning, when he lands a textbook shot on my ribs. Thought I was just winded but noticed the pain wasn't going away. I was only able to shallow breathe for the rest of the day. They've been getting steadily better ever since. Not really the sort of fight prep I was hoping for, two weeks out, but there we are.
Glad to hear that the are only bruised, so not the end of the world but it sure fucking felt like it on Wednesday. Had an EMT who trains at the gym examine them and he says that I can treat them with anti-inflammatorys and muscle relaxants, which I've been doing. Got them easily as they are over the counter here, much like everything else. Which leads me to an amusing story....
Years ago, when I used to work in a porno shop, I would occasionally get a customer in, asking me if there was any 'under-the-counter' stuff available. I would look around, and explain that he had in his hand a video of a transsexual dwarf, fellating an hermaphrodite while a bearded and pregnant teen, urinated blood on the lot of them. How much more under the counter does he need.
A tenuous link, I'll grant you, but it came back to me today and I wanted to share. Peace and Fucking. Believe.
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