A couple of days ago, my three-year-old son, Eamonn, was playing around and kicked me while I was putting him in bed. At the time, it stung and I brushed it off. It still hurt yesterday and today it was even worse. I can’t yawn or sneeze. The pain shuts that right down. Turns out that the little stinker bruised my ribs and I’m in for 4-6 weeks of recovery.
Ow yuck. Feel better, dude.
Sorry, man. When my kids were that age, they both seemed determined to step on my testicles every time they sat in my lap, I played on the floor with them, etc. I was terrified that they were going to geld me.
I suppose I should be glad he missed and got the rib instead.
Sorry about the owie, but that was a pretty good kick for a three year old. Maybe he has a future in soccer.
Or as a ninja. Only time will tell.
Ouch. Recover soon.
I have nothing but empathy for the pain: I broke a rib last March in a bicycle accident. Whatever you do, make sure you’re sitting down if you feel the need to sneeze: it’s bad enough now, but about two weeks in, the pain will literally shut you down. (In my case, I was glad that someone caught me the first time I sneezed, and since I weigh in at just under 100 kilos, that was one hell of a catch.)
It was a sneeze that convinced me that I had to go to the doctor. Very unpleasant.
Again, dead seriously, make an appointment with a recliner or a well-padded couch if you’re planning to sleep. It may not be as comfortable as you’d like, but it’s a damn sight better than desperately fighting for breath in your sleep on a standard soft mattress. In my case, I couldn’t sleep in a real bed for nearly eight weeks; since you’re only bruised, you shouldn’t have to do so for that long, but the first couple of weeks are the worst.