Diagnosis: Murder…

The following is an account of the strangest rib injury I have ever had.

Now, before we get too far into this, I firmly believe that this damaged rib is of no fault to my good friend, one . The initial bruising (?) of the rib may have occurred due to an unfortunate run-in with his foot, but this is nothing out of the realm of normalcy.

The reason I stand firm that the current damage was not done when that kick landed is because for the next few days, my ribs just felt bruised.

The following is an additional account of what happened to cause my current state of Pain. At this workout I was unfortunate enough to spar with Odie. He knew about my bruised rib from work conversations, however this did not stop him from placing two near whistling reverse punches right on top of said rib.

The pain began then, but so did the adreniline. I was able to pull off a very satisfying advanced class. I noticed while I was taking my shower that night that pain was beginning to radiate from the rib in question.

Last night I was unable to lift laundry baskets or my parents new dog, put sheets on the bed, lay down, and various other menial tasks without pain shooting up my side. I recall remarking to that my rib did not feel broken last week.

Now it does. I blame Odie, and his uppance will come.