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Argh, damn these ribs.
Okay, a little back story into the ribs. About a year or two ago I took a hard (And embarrassing) fall. In the process, I thought I heard a loud noise internally, but didn't feel anything other than being out of breath, so got up and thought nothing of it.
Fast forward a couple of days, my rib is killing me. Periodically it would just set off, apparently slam into my lungs (From the gasping for air and not being able to breath, I took a guess that was the problem). Everyone else thought it was a bruised rib.
And now, to the present, the rib again slamming into my lung, except this time, much much worse. Suddenly my vision dimmed and I doubled over from the pain, it feels a lot like you're being crushed, but from the inside. For a moment I could take at least take normal breaths, then half normal breaths, and I grabbed my pills (High grade muscle relaxants, got them when a second opinion said that, yes, I had a broken rib. Shame I don't have medical insurance.) and took them. My breathing went from half breaths to small instants of breathing, coming out fast and drawing air faster, until I believe I was breathing at about 2-4 breaths per second (I can't be sure, at this point my mind was running in 'low power' mode, couldn't get enough air to think coherently) and my vision was going in and out, like being in a tunnel and switching from deep in it to near the entrance, as I typed out something along the lines of 'shit can't breathe' into the computer and then something else I don't recall (Ha ha, I am leet, I can type even while half conscious... er, which is how I am a lot if I don't have caffeine, heh.) and laid down on the bed.
After a moment I realized my breathing was slowly becoming easier, and I could think in more complex terms (Less 'can't breathe' and more 'Wow, that sucked and hurt like hell'), and my vision returned to normal. Thank you nurse for prescribing me these painkillers, I feel like a freaking asthmatic person taking a whiff of a breather thing.
Moral of the story; if you think you're hurt, even in the slightest, get it checked out, or it'll kick you in the ass later. Now, I've got to go lie down, the painkillers wore off and though I can breath again, I'm starting to hurt like hell. But hey, still alive.. much to the chagrin of Mother Nature and the grim reaper.
Okay, a little back story into the ribs. About a year or two ago I took a hard (And embarrassing) fall. In the process, I thought I heard a loud noise internally, but didn't feel anything other than being out of breath, so got up and thought nothing of it.
Fast forward a couple of days, my rib is killing me. Periodically it would just set off, apparently slam into my lungs (From the gasping for air and not being able to breath, I took a guess that was the problem). Everyone else thought it was a bruised rib.
And now, to the present, the rib again slamming into my lung, except this time, much much worse. Suddenly my vision dimmed and I doubled over from the pain, it feels a lot like you're being crushed, but from the inside. For a moment I could take at least take normal breaths, then half normal breaths, and I grabbed my pills (High grade muscle relaxants, got them when a second opinion said that, yes, I had a broken rib. Shame I don't have medical insurance.) and took them. My breathing went from half breaths to small instants of breathing, coming out fast and drawing air faster, until I believe I was breathing at about 2-4 breaths per second (I can't be sure, at this point my mind was running in 'low power' mode, couldn't get enough air to think coherently) and my vision was going in and out, like being in a tunnel and switching from deep in it to near the entrance, as I typed out something along the lines of 'shit can't breathe' into the computer and then something else I don't recall (Ha ha, I am leet, I can type even while half conscious... er, which is how I am a lot if I don't have caffeine, heh.) and laid down on the bed.
After a moment I realized my breathing was slowly becoming easier, and I could think in more complex terms (Less 'can't breathe' and more 'Wow, that sucked and hurt like hell'), and my vision returned to normal. Thank you nurse for prescribing me these painkillers, I feel like a freaking asthmatic person taking a whiff of a breather thing.
Moral of the story; if you think you're hurt, even in the slightest, get it checked out, or it'll kick you in the ass later. Now, I've got to go lie down, the painkillers wore off and though I can breath again, I'm starting to hurt like hell. But hey, still alive.. much to the chagrin of Mother Nature and the grim reaper.