Damaged Goods

Somehow while getting out of bed this morning I managed to make something on the left side of my ribcage “pop”.

What?  I couldn’t tell you.  How?  Same answer…  I guess old age has well and truly arrived.

I mentioned it to Derik my Pilates Instructor this morning, and he suggested that I may have dislocated a rib, or sprained one of the surrounding muscles.  All I know is that I was able to complete my Pilates session, however, it hurts like hell to breathe deeply, cough, or laugh.

I’m broken.  But “I’m not dead yet Cheryl!”