Working the Body

So, yeah, this is how I have felt today. No, I am not feeling like the champion Rocky, I am feeling more like the punching bag on the right. At least, my ribs feel like his face looks. If anyone remembers this post, you will remember that almost a month ago I fell in my home and broke a rib. Took a body shot from the pantry.

Well, it seems that it’s not going to be over any time soon. I have tried to be as gentle as I can be with it. I have not done anything strenuous with my left arm, nor have I done any heavy lifting. The honey-do list is getting longer and longer because I am not capable of doing anything too physical yet.

And this makes me feel useless.

I know that it shouldn’t. I understand that the injury hasn’t healed and that I may have to go back to the doctor and have them check it again to make sure that they haven’t missed anything from the original x-ray of the break. My mind knows that if I do anything to hurt my ribs/back area that I’ll be sending myself back to healing square one.

I know this. My mind knows this. It doesn’t prevent me from feeling bad about it.

My lovely wife has been more than understanding and even said that I am being too hard on myself about this. She’s probably right. She usually is. That doesn’t stop my subconscious from beating me with a stick and telling me how lousy of a husband I am being.

…and yet this is still me…

So my next day off is next week some time, Wednesday I think. I guess I’ll go to the doctor and let him look over the x-ray that Erlanger took of me. Maybe he can see something that the ER doctor couldn’t see.

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Burt Kilgore is an amateur writer, dispatcher, filmmaker, husband, father, and grandfather. You can find most of his work here, but he hopes that you will be able to pick up one of his stories in the future at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Audible.Com.

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