For the third time I’ve managed to break a bone. Not too bad for thirty plus years. I learn something new each time this happens. This time I learned that I’m not 20 anymore. When I should have just walked around a fence, I decided to climb over it; in the snow and ice, with boots on, and with a shovel in my hand. Not the brightest thing I’ve done all month. The end result was a slip, a fall on a fence post, and a cracked rib.

In case you’ve never had a rib injury before, let me highly recommend that you avoid it. It turns out that ribs are connected to a whole lot of sensitive muscle tissue, and when it gets torn up there are quite a few activities that begin to suck. A lot. Like laying down, standing up, and sitting.

On the good side (and there is always a good side) it’s only a crack and not a full fracture. This means it should only be three or four weeks till I’m able to  get out of bed without biting my tongue to prevent teaching my daughter colorful metaphors.