Could all the super human immortal people please stop bloating, or at least go out and do something bone crackable.
I need to indulge in this "pain is life" moment.
It has a mildly lemon acidic feel to it, mixed with restrained wasabi claustrophobia.
I cracked mine skiing, I just let that heal on its own.
In hindsight, though, going to a doctor would have been a good idea, 'cos they don't quite look like they did before, on that side.
But if it's just cracks, rather than breaks, there's not much that can be done, normally, just make sure there are no loose bits, or serious breaks.
Ribs aren't really bones, btw.
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