Lingering Suckage

So you're practicing grappling (and not in the fun manner of romance... I'm talking more about a martial, trying-to-break-someone way).

Your opponent is strong like a freak and weighs nearly as much as you do.

You can't really breathe.

You're having trouble breaking a hold.

Something along your ribs, on your back, just... gives.

That's it for the evening. You're shot. Hurts to bow. Hurts to inhale. You're concerned that maybe one or two of those ribs actually cracked.

Hot shower. Icy/Hot pack. Advil.

The next morning, you're more functional. Your back hurts still, but it's not nearly as crippling-bad as it was.

Good times. Ribs are clearly not-cracked. It's got to be a pulled muscle or something.

Survivable.

Fast-forward a couple of days. The pain is lessening. The pull isn't nearly as bad as you thought it was.

Then the air conditioning goes on in your office. You sneeze.

THERE it is!

Yep. Hurts to inhale again.

Goddamnit.