It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Pops a Rib Out

For the past week or so, I have been having a significant amount of pain in my right shoulder blade. It got to the point that I was having a hard time breathing and sleep was almost impossible. I assumed that I had pulled or strained a muscle and that it would simply improve with time, rest, and, liberal applications of chocolate.

News flash: chocolate cannot work miracles.

When that plan failed, I finally gave up and went to see my massage therapist who took one look at (feel of?) things and diagnosed me with a misplaced rib.

Huh?

I didn't know that ribs could go missing.

She laughed and went into a rather involved description of how the human body is constructed and what it looks like (feels like?) when a rib decided not to play well with others. Her description of my symptoms was right on and I put myself in her capable hands for the next ninety minutes.

It. Hurt.

She really had to dig deep in order to get the job done, but, I can say with much relief; I feel 100% better today.

I'm still semi-disgusted with her graphic description of my anatomy but, at least I can breathe.