A writer, reloaded

After thirty-five years I managed to break something: a rib. Ironically I walked around for a day and half before realizing something was amiss; this injury only became apparent when I looked in the mirror and noticed the sudden asymmetry between the right and left ribcage. Well, the reflection and plus the unusual discomfort I had sleeping. A trip to the doctor and some X-rays verified my suspicion.

The injury happened during a training a Krav Maga training exercise. And honestly, I learned so much during that particular class if it wasn’t for the constant aching pain, I’d say being sidelined for a month while the ribs heal is a worthwhile trade-off.

Next time I’ll be ready when my training partner brings the fury. . .