I called my GP today to ask how the X-Ray results looked. The conversation went a little like this:
Me: So how do the pictures look?
Him: Good. Your lungs are absolutely clear.
Me: Great.
Him: Yes. And those four broken ribs have healed very nicely.
Me: Erm.
Him: The broken ribs. Two on the left and two on the right.
Me: Ah. Erm.
Him: They were broken quite some time ago, but at different times. The left two are much older.
Me: Erm.
I’m obviously so hard that I break ribs and don’t even know it.
You broke ribs?
Wow. That was some wedding party the other night.
Two were done about 10 years ago, when I had my nasty riding fall. The other two breaks are much older.
Well, I figured that out.
I was trying to be… oh, what’s the word?…. funny.
Obvious fail.
You need to tell Soph to stop sitting on your chest
It’s not my chest she sits on…
Bloody hell, after having broken ribs myself I know how painful it is …… so you broke them and didn’t notice? You should be an honourary member of the Marines ….. or some other equally hard group of chaps!!
Modesty forbids me from telling you which group I served with during my time in uniform. Modesty and the Official Secrets Act.