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Yuppy Town 7:30 Am

So, up in the mountains, we decided to resume sledding the next day. Popcorn, PT and Melisa arrived the night before.  Bud was thrilled to have Melisa there.  They play well together.  Though, she doesn’t share her food well. She growled at Bud when he tried to take a bite of her dog food. The idea of not sharing is beyond him.  He always has food.  He’s never known hunger. He was truly bewildered.  Anyway, back to sledding.  I made a death sled from a round disk, inner tube and sofa cushion.  Just call me white-trash MacGyver.  I tied the death sled to the ATV with a rope.  We took turns pulling each other around the yard.  Everyone laughed, screamed and fell off at one point or another, usually just before hitting a tree or boulder.  On my last trip around the track, I slid across the driveway, up onto snow bank and the death sled wedged in a hollow.  I was thrown higher into the snow bank, twisted onto my side, then slammed back into the sled.  My left elbow jammed into my ribs and I heard a pop as I let out a groan.  Beamer was driving and stopped to laugh while I lay writhing in pain.  After a minute or so of belly aching about the stupidity and danger of my invention, I got back on the death sled and went around again.

Later, I asked PT if I should be concerned that my ribs still hurt.  She is a physical therapist. We all joked that this would be a great way for her to get new clients.

“Does it hurt when you breathe?”

“No.” I lied. It did hurt, but not severely.  It only really hurts when I press it, or try to pick something up. Sitting down or standing up also hurts.

“You’re fine then.” She said.

This morning, it still hurts.  It’s a dull throb just above the heart.  When I lift my coffee cup the rib reminds me of my stupidity with an additional stab of pain. The rib also says, “Have fun at Dodge Ball tonight, dumb ass.”

It was a great weekend, but I think I will have to be a cheerleader at Dodgeball tonight instead of playing.