Don't break my heart, I've already got a rib on the go!

Good evening folks. The important news? My illness has hit even more ridiculous heights. No one thought it possible, but I have actually exceled myself and had an injury that only a Constanze could obtain. Just how did I do this, I hear you ask? Well...

...I coughed and broke a rib.

That's right.

I COUGHED and BROKE A RIB.

Impressive, eh? Remember my two terrible viruses from last month? During the battle with 'em I did rather a lot of coughing and one evening I had a coughing fit so horrendous it's now the stuff of myth and legend. I also obtained a pain. This pain has continued since. I mentioned it today. It's a broken rib. A lovely hairline fracture- the sort that only atheletes and stupid Notherners get. At least it probably is, without a bajillion x rays we'll never really know and it's not like they can do anything about it other than let it heal anyway so why shovel any more radiation into me? Just live with the pain some more... What am I like? Just wandering around with my broken bones and my lack of blood.

My break is made even more silly by the fact you normally get hairline fractures in your legs and feet, not your bloody ribs. I never stop, do I?

Off now, going to do some more owie prodding. Come on, it's not worth breaking something if you don't poke it! If any of you want to hurt me, aim for the fifth true rib, left side. Not sure I should've told you that.

Constantinople.

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