Kept wondering if there's anything I can seriously bitch about and that's not too intimate, then I remembered: I cracked a rib two weeks ago, hurt like a bitch and after a week and a half it had only gotten worse. I had not gone to a doctor because it was definitely not broken and have been told by several people and confirmed online that cracked ribs heal just fine on their own. I had never cracked nor broken a bone before (at least that I'm aware of - maybe I broke a toe once or twice without realising) and I actually enjoyed the experience on some level, lol. Since yesterday it's finally much better, though. Still feel a lot of pain when bending to tie my shoes or something but that's only a minor annoyance compared to the shit I kept feeling earlier even while walking and especially when trying to get out of bed.
How did I crack a rib, you ask? It's quite a pathetic story, actually. I hugged my ginger friend. No, really. Well, almost. We had a few beers at a party, because it was probably the last time I'd see him for a while I got overexcited when saying good bye and I picked him up and swung him around a bit. Then he returned the favour and here comes the fun part: dude loves martial arts and has been practising the stuff for years. He tried to not just pick me up but apparently perform some ninja kung fu jitsu drop attack on me. I don't know shit about that stuff and all things considered I like to think that I defended myself remarkably well. I somehow blocked his move and successfully kept him from slamming me to the ground but as he was holding me up and trying to drop me without falling over himself I suddenly felt a brutal crack in my chest. Not sure how that happened but there was a lot of tension going on during that grip, I was actually more worried that I'd break a leg any moment. It did hurt but I guess the booze kept me from really registering the amount of pain I should be feeling. Don't remember what I said but luckily it convinced him to let go. After taking some deep breaths and exclaiming a few expletives I felt alright, it was only the next day that agonising pain forced me to literally crawl out of bed like a caterpillar.
"...confirmed online" Maybe don't entrust the internet with your health?... GO TO THE POLISH EMERGENCY ROOM, at your next CD Project Red hospital.