As it turns out, I wasn't so sore from the soccer match, well my ribs weren't anyway.
I carried myself off to physio to have her sort out the kinks, she asked me a few questions and sent me off for x-rays, broken ribs she thinks, best not to do anything until we know for sure if there are broken ribs in there. So go figure, who knew you could break a rib from whooping cough? Apparently everyone but me. I did think that rib was a little sore, but goodness everything is sore when you cough for weeks on end. And if I stopped every time something was a little bit uncomfortable, well would not much would get done around my house.
Whooping cough.
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