Well, I thought since my chest was still hurting a bit, although a great deal better, I ought to go get an x-ray 5 weeks after the event. I was being nagged by too many people to get it done. As always it was very efficient and within minutes of the x-ray I had the results in my hand. I've broken my sternum. Yep, I appear to have broken myself in half. Perhaps if I fit a hinge system to the back and zip at the front I could open like a Russian doll. That would be fun.
Anyway, having left it 5 weeks I'm not really able to take advantage by lying on the couch like a Victorian maiden with an attack of the vapours. But that's what we are like us Northerners. Our bodies break but we still carry on. Slowly. Although I think that might be my advancing age.
