me and my cracked ribs

I'm able to suck in 730 cubic centimetres of air on the end of that thing, and hold for three seconds. I guess my lung is on the mend.

It's four weeks, today, since my cycling accident, and I'm still not back at work. With any luck I'll be able to get my splint off tomorrow and get back on Wednesday though.

It turns out that I have two cracked ribs. I only found this out on Friday, from the 6th chest xray I've had since the accident. I guess when a rib isn't displaced when it cracks, it's sometimes only visible later, when the process of healing creates a visible calcium line. At least my ongoing chest pain isn't due to any kind of worrisome lung ailment.

Every time I hear this song now, it's like I laugh and grimace at the same time.

I wasn't there I guess
I wrote down the wrong address
I wish I was I confess
I was in the way I guess

I was standing outside too long
Coming on way too strong
You needed an alibi
But I was inside and high

So breathe for me now
Because I can't find the air
And every time I look around
It's like I wasn't there
You know I can't breathe
And I suppose it's a fool who tries to share
It's never what you want to be somehow

This was the pill the place
And I wanted smiles your face I
In trying to keep good time
I wasn't what I tried

So breathe for me now
Because I can't find the air
And every time I look around
It's like I wasn't there
You know I can't breathe
And I suppose it's a fool who tries to share
It's never what you want to be somehow
So breathe for me now

[Wheat "Breathe"]