One could only imagine the sheer, agonizing pain of bruising a couple ribs.
It hurts like hell.
You feel like your insides have been scraped with a scalpel.
You feel like you just got winded by RG3 on the NFL sidelines on an off-day.
You probably have a new found appreciation for mothers in the delivery room.
Worst part: Having no scratches, bruise marks, epic story or medicine to show for it…
That was me 3 weeks ago. The subject of a bad, bad trip and fall over a tree-stump-cracked-sidewalk. Face and chest first to the pavement, with nothing broken, fractured or even remotely scraped, but only several ribs (and ego) severely bruised.