First off, Lumpy: turns out that what my primary physician thought was a lipoma is actually calcification and bone fragment around what is a broken rib on the mend. At least, that’s what the MRI shows. A CT scan would give us a better idea, but for the time being, my doctor and I are just content to lay back and let the thing heal.
So, a welcome relief, just in time for my birthday today. When I turn 24 or thereabouts. Ahem.
I first hurt the rib in March during baseball workouts, but I kept on with strength and conditioning training anyway, thinking that what I had was an intercostal muscle pull, or maybe a slight cartilage tear. From there, I started P90X, which incorporated a lot of yoga and core work into my routine, and (evidently) strengthened the muscles around the injury to the point where I didn’t much feel it any more. It wasn’t until the end of November, in fact — during more combat-oriented sport training — that I re-aggravated the injury, probably during BJJ practice, or maybe during a Krav Maga kick absorbing drill.
All of which means that I’ve been engaging in full contact fighting with a broken rib for several months, making me, by any objective standard, one of the baddest mutherfuckers on the planet.
As for Whitey, Wally, and the Beave? Little bitches, the whole lot of ’em.
In fact, Tony Dow had better fetch me a sandwich, before I track him down and slap him with my
CARIC!
yay! that’s got to be good for someone at your age. ;D
Have you considered giving that rib up for building a woman out of? We could probably put a bitch like that in charge of Israel and and get fucking everything fixed.
Quick, get God on the phone. We can get this thing worked out.
Sorry, he ain’t returning my calls, Pablo.
Probably afraid I’d kick his non-corporeal ass.
OK, I’ll give it a shot. I’m banging His secretary so I can probably get through.
Hey, has anyone ever had their cell phone spontaneously explode in their hand? Fuck, that hurts. WTF?!
Oh, happy birthday, Jeff!
That’s good news. Happy Birthday sir. I visit this blog from time to time and I always read your posts with interest.
I still don’t get that genealogy thing though even though I know I’ve already googled it at least twice.
wow that is awesum newz!!!
since ur rib cant be used for the greater good of israel….perhaps u cud offer it as a backbone implant for mccain?
i might vote for a hybridized goldstein/mccain chimera.
;)
happyfeet i think its a Leave It to Beaver reference….a much beloved tv sitcom from the dawn of the television age.
one of Jeffie G’s cultural allusions that sadly passes over my head as well.
i dont always get them.
Ok I googled again.
It means a reassuring story. Like Miyazaki movies I think.
It’s the Mitt Romney influence, ‘feets. notMcCain, you see.
If God is non-corporeal does he even have an ass?
OT – I’m planning to sign up for another tour in Iraq (Police Advisor), but I need to find a good home for my dog, who happens to be the Best Dog Evah! A 5 year old 96 lb neutered male Dobie, very healthy, fit, affectionate, and spoiled rotten. Anybody in the Denver to Pueblo area who might be able to help please e-mail me.
Wish I could. Got two of my own, and with a four-year-old around, that’s about all I can handle.
wow i missed u guyz……more and more jeffies blog is like an alternative reality game.
thers no place like home.
In college, I played a whole football game while I couldn’t remember if I had left the hotplate on in the dorm room. So sell toughness somewhere else, we’re all stocked up here.
Glad to hear you’re not growing another head out of your thorax. Well, kind of.
I wouldn’t suggest taking on god, Jeff. He has a three finger yabaza strike that’s undefendable and paralyzes you for life.
Happy Birthday!
happy b day Jeff. good tidings, indeed.
I miss Jeff G. Speaking of lipomas, I have about 20 of ’em. They’re fun to play with.
Happy Birthday, Jeff.
Happy birthday, Jeff. You’ll need that training with the youngin’. If I recall, 4’s about when they don’t stop doing anything until they collapse.
Happy Birthday, Jeff
though, in point of fact, MMA is just a way for guys to express their latent homosexuality in socially acceptable ways. So does playing any non-professional ball-and-stick sport after the age of 30 which has “workouts” and doesn’t involve drinking beer during the game itself.
If you invested a lot of time recently choosing household appliances or bought anything other than a Weber grill … well, you might as well just come clean, and post a rainbow colored triangle in the sidebar.
Just sayin’
Happy Birthday, Jeff. You’ll find that they tend to come along quicker, now, but better news is you’ll tend to forget them sooner as well.
But forgetting about that ‘lipoma’ is something you’ll enjoy.
Oh, jdm…”You’ll need that training with the youngin’. If I recall, 4’s about when they don’t stop doing anything until they start college.”
fixed that for you…
malkin and coulter both come out for bilary….can goldstein be far behind?
I’m voting Obama next Tuesday. For two reasons. One, a vote against the Hildabeast, and two, a protest against the short-bus Republicans left in the primary race.
There’s no reason not to, at this stage.
Chuck Norris called, wants to know if you’re free between eleven and noon so he can grovel at your feet.
Happy Birthday, sir!
As time goes by you will find that it’s the miles, not the years, that make the difference.
I’ve never done much formal martial arts training; not the hand to hand, at least. That’s mainly because of those pesky broken and or seperated ribs back there around several different mile markers. I don’t have to be able to look over my left shoulder to aim a pistol. Thank goodness.
Or it could have been the artillery experience. Doing God’s work with a radio, some binos, and a nasty cup of coffee.
Happy Birthday, boss!!
Happy Birthday Jeff.
Happy Birthday Jeff!
If you wnt real fun in the rib dept you should try breaking 15 at once with a cracked sternum. It hurt to breathe, hell it hurt to move. Never get in the way of an angry cow.
BJJ practice
I’m trying to figure out just what kind of practice this is, but it does sound like it might wrench your back a little.
Happy Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday Jeff.
Birthdays only come once a year. Aren’t you glad you’re not a birthday?
Many happy returns…
Of course it would be nice to just get the stuff you want in the first place.
Glad you’re OK, I got four kids at home with strep.
I’ll believe 24 hexadecimal. That’s 36 for you decimal people.
@gebrauchshund
In my previous life I had adopted a Dobie exactly like you described. Never knew exactly how old he was, but he was in pretty good shape and a great companion.
Later I temporarily adopted a 110 lb Great Dane who thought that she belonged upstairs, so she chewed and scratched her way through the basement door trying to get upstairs. “I will not be IGNORED”, even though I was just off at work… Also scary to see her lift an entire pizza right off the kitchen counter without even lifting her front paws off the ground…
Jeff: Tangyobi Omeditou!
Aw, and here I didn’t get ya nothin’… Mostly because I had no clue.
Go figure, huh?
So the lump is a busticated rib, huh? I bet that’s a relief. Lumps are bad, in my opinion. Other than, y’know, front-bumps.
24? I don’t believe 24. 36 maybe. Or even the dreaded (gasp!) 40…
Vaya con Dios, mi amigo!
— 1942
Happy Birthday! Glad the alien mass was no big deal.
Knew a guy in high school. His leg broke during a wrestling match — he went ahead and pinned the guy before letting anyone know.
This was the mid-70’s. He was from Laos and made a point of occasionally wearing a tshirt that read “Not Vietnamese”.
Everyone is wishing you a happy birthday Jeff, so, just to be different, let me extend the box of chocolates wish.
Drunken birthday Jeff!
hmmmm…i think i hav another armadillo for u too.
Happy Birthday, young fella. That’d be closing in on half a century. Right?
Happy Birthday. I haven’t been reading a lot of blogs for the past few months…was hsppy to see you were still around when I came back
Congrats on more oldness!
Good news about the badness, on every level. If I were in a shortcutty mood, I would still respect your lawn.
Happy Birthday Jeff! My own internal research (of the bums down on K street) reveals that Tequilla is the proper medicine for healing a broken rib. If you doubt the advice, you should see how happy they are when I stop kicking them in chest and allow them to continue drinking. It’s science.
See that’s auspicious right there. When they say “anything is possible” they really mean it too cause of the way the stars and planets and stuff are aligned and all.
Happy Birthday, Jeff.
Mine is Sunday. 0x3C looks better than the decimal. A little bit.
Regards,
Ric
Happy birthday, Jeff. I’m glad the lump wasn’t a “lump”. I’ll raise a glass of 15 year old Dalwhinnie for ya…
BTW:
Why do I think maybe I’ve read that mojo? What’s it from?
Oh. Snow Crash.
As for Whitey, Wally, and the Beave? Little bitches, the whole lot of ‘em.
The whole series, or just the early episodes?
Happy Birthday, Jeff.