I cracked 2 ribs four years ago, at work on a Friday afternoon. Practiced on Saturday, and shot competition on Sunday. Not bad singles, but the drugs wore off during handicap, and I shot the worst I had done in YEARS! Took more drugs at lunch, and tied for the win in doubles. As Iwalked off the field, a friend congratulated me on the win by slapping my shoulder as I turned around. I felt the ribs separate and go back together, which was just a ton of fun. I dropped my gun at home and headed to emergency, where the doctor insisted on poking the area of the breaks, and wanting me to lift my arm over my head, bend away from the break, and other other wonderful medical tests, none of which I could do to his satisfaction. He sent me for x-rays, and while waiting for the technician, I had a MONSTER sneeze , which blew the broken ribs apart, and also blew the ends of the two ribs right off my sternum. Everybody in the hospital knew I wasn't happy about it!
After viewing the x-rays, and seeing the ends of the ribs poking up above the sternum, the doctor agreed I had 2 broken ribs, and sent me home with a prescription for painkillers. I couldn't get into bed and lie down without some agony, and had to sleep on my back, as lying on either side just hurt too much. It took about two and a half weeks before the constant pain started to lessen, another week before I could drive, and it was a full six weeks before I even considered doing any work around the yard. Another three weeks, and I was back to normal. I found the worst part was early on, when I was asleep, I would take an occasional deep breath, and wake myself up from the pain of the ribs moving.
I think now, looking back, that shooting with cracked ribs wasn't, perhaps, the smartest thing to do, but when you are addicted, what else are you to do?