Can’t believe this thread is here today. I looked a couple of days ago and all the broken rib references were about horses’ ribs.
I’ve had a rib floating around my twelfth thoracic for over four decades. Up through my 30s, while I studied/taught dance full time, I could manage flare-ups pretty well with two yoga poses: child’s pose, and the plow, followed by rolling my spine back down to the floor one vertebra at a time. Lately, at 64, my movement practice is shifting hay for 50 other-people’s my horses four times per week, and daily cleaning, bedding, and riding my own. If my 12th thoracic gets wonky, child’s pose still helps, especially the rolling up and down to get in and out of it. Everything was mostly fine until this past Monday.
Having fun tuning up our half-halts with my 16 y.o. TB, really riding back to front and happy with my timing, I asked for our third canter, and the next thing I know I’m having a nanosecond debate with myself about whether to grab his neck (never a good plan), then strategizing how not to catch my right foot in my right stirrup just as my right sacroiliac and rib cage hit the dirt. Like all riders, I’ve had the wind knocked out of me many times before. Until Monday, I’ve never thought my lungs were on fire at the same time. After several minutes, I got my breath, and gingerly got back on, and rode for about more five minutes.
The ranch where I board and work was super busy that evening and no one was free to spell me from feeding, so I gutted it out. As you say, @Highflyer1, the nighttime pain that night and every night since has been breathtaking. I get fully stuck trying to change positions or move a darned pillow and wonder if I’ll ever move again. Tuesday morning, though there’s nothing one can do to fix cracked or broken ribs, I wanted to make sure I hadn’t caused any scarier damage, so my doctor ordered x-rays. They were finished by 10:15.
It took until the next day at noon to find out that I have five, count 'em, five broken ribs, numbers 5 to 9, plus it feels and sounds () as if my floating 12th thoracic rib is on its own painful program again. I’ve been super lucky and never broken a bone before. Zero to five in one move. I must be getting freaking old.
Fingers crossed, tincture of time will help you @KurPlexed. My doctor has been pretty clear that there is no surgical option for dislocated ribs and has warned me off riding for at least four weeks, probably longer, so that I do no more damage. My understanding is if the clunking I hear and feel plus the spasms come from the so-called false ribs, 11 or 12, they’re not well attached anyway, and I’ll have to wait for them to settle down.
I’m hoping for a slightly better night tonight. After hearing me say I cannot bear to buy a recliner, a dear friend dug her daughter’s unused bolster out of the bottom of a closet and brought it over.
Side note, my x-ray report says the reason for the radiographs is: FALL.
Nowhere does it say: ejected from several feet up by a chestnut TB with a white blaze. I mean, jeez, I didn’t trip over my shoelace and break five ribs. Documents matter. I’m a little annoyed.