Tuesday 30 December, 2014 by Uncle Spike
No I don’t eat pork of course… but, having been so blasé about being in great health in my end of year post as 2014 draws to a close, I decided to repeat a little trick I last performed back in 2012, or was it 2013, that of bustin’ a rib !
The last time was a cracker, literally, with a prominent ‘crack’ that made me think I was perhaps pushing a tad too hard when drilling through some sheet steel when building an outdoor kitchen on one of the balconies. On that occasion, it was the left ninth rib that went ping. That took around seven weeks to mend, with keeping myself restricted to ‘light duties’ for a few weeks. Thankfully that was in May, so the farm workload was less intensive than during the wintertime.
However, this of course is late December, so there’s fruit picking ongoing, and I’ve just started tree pruning (olives first, then on to the citrus orchard) a task that will take me around a month anyway. Apart from work, there are also the numerous chores that one simply cannot escape from, so it’s gonna have to be a case of suck it in and get on with it.
Such is life, as I generally say… or, $hit happens 🙂
But life goes on, and so must I; the coal furnace needs loading, cleaning, and lighting daily, the logs have to be brought in, house cleaned, kiddo fed and taken to/from the school bus, the dog tended to, the chickens fed, and yes, pruning has to be done, albeit perhaps at a slower rate – as long as the orchard is cleared ready for fertilising and leaf spraying before it gets too hot again in early March, just before the blossom starts in late March.
So, this time I decided I was time for a change, so opted to put a nice little crack in the left side second rib, right at the top of the chest cavity. The daft thing is I wasn’t even over-working, so was the culprit act the digging of the rose-beds, or picking clementines, pumping the tires on the motorbike, moving sacks of coal, sweeping out the depot, or heavy pruning some olive trees – not a clue!
But it was a better choice of rib by far, so much less of a pain – more of a nagging whinge that constantly lets you know what a prat you’ve been 🙂 Being so high up, the second rib seems to be more ‘protected’ so at least the tasks of sleeping, eating, breathing, walking, driving and sitting down are pretty much normal and pain free (unlike the lower ninth rib break, which was really quite restrictive in so many ways). But as for coughing, ouch…
Oh the joys of getting old 🙂