I woke up in the dead of the night with the feeling that two of my right ribs had broken off.😄
It’s funny now but it wasn’t that very night – early morning of 2nd February. For me that night, it was a real incident.
When I woke up, all that occupied my mind was that my ribs had broken. I waited for the pain to start and when I didn’t feel the pain, I turned carefully to lie on my back. I raised my head to check at my chest.
I pressed my chest area to feel which rib got broke off and I discovered that two of my lower right ribs were no more.🤭
To confirm it, I tried to align the left and the right ribs, by pressing them at the lower part of the cage to find out the left contained more two ribs and was longer in length than the right rib cage.
I kept feeling the place where the ribs had broken off and it felt soft. I was afraid the fallen ribs were squashing the delicate internal organs.
I thought about the organs that could be relying on the rib cage for protection and recalled the chest cavity, the lungs and the heart from my biology lessons.
Overwhelmed with fear, I wondered what state these organs could be in at that damned moment.
I also wondered if there were internal bleeding and wether I would be able to make it.
I was absorbed in my thought when I felt pain at the spot where the ribs broke off.😞 I felt sharp pain coming from my chest cavity and I knew my condition had began to worsen.
One thing I didn’t do was get up and alert anyone of my condition and request to be taken to the hospital. It could have been a false alarm.
Instead, I kept blaming myself for lying carelessly that night. I blamed myself for breaking my ribs!
I began to worry about so many things.
I recalled one man I knew while growing up. He was a brick-layer from my town. He fell from the top of a building one day and broke his ribs.
We had listened to him talk about what the surgeon who handled his case said- that he must not get involved in any form of physical activity for three years since the ribs takes time to heal.
It hit me that even if I survived the surgery to fix my ribs, I could be confined to my bed or a wheel chair for a long time.
I began to think about my career. What would become of it?
I thought about writing and thought if I could be able to use my hands after the surgery.
I thought about my responsibilities as , spouse, mother, daughter, sister and all.
All these worries took over my peace and I forgot myself and the broken ribs in the worry.
Sleep came to my rescue.
When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was remember my night and what happened to me and about my broken ribs.
I felt my ribs and noticed they’re there, complete.
They’re not broken off.
They’re there. I’m healthy and strong and the pain which I felt there was no more.
But it felt so real!
I thanked God my ribs weren’t broken after all
Now I know what hallucination is all about. Or do I call it nightmare?🤔.
Whatever it is, I’m glad I didn’t wake anyone up to talk about it.😁
🙏🙏I remember those who are ill in their homes and in the hospital that they soon recover❤❤🙏🙏.
Storreal is not an English word but a word I made up for ‘real story’ used only on this website for real stories. Do not go looking for the word in the dictionary, it won’t be there.🙃