We got about 8 inches of snow Sunday night/Monday. Mike shoveled 7 driveways—ours, Martha’s, his aunt and two of her neighbors’, his friend John’s…where he fell on the shovel handle and may or may not have cracked (or broken) a rib. He is in significant pain, the bruising is elaborate and awful, and he can’t half move without really hurting himself. Then he slid in the snow and hitched up against the side of his truck today—catching himself right in the probable broken rib area. I finally convinced him to wrap it up, which helped some. And I rubbed it with some analgesic cream, which he said was helping. He took some Aleve and went to bed early. I hope he gets some sleep. Poor guy, I hate to see him hurting :(