So we carried on with the holiday and I tried to manage the pain with over the counter painkillers and some delicious pink fizz.
The journey home on Saturday was interesting to say the least and Sunday morning saw me at A&E having finally admitted that I was struggling to cope with the pain.
So a CAT scan and a couple of x-rays later I have decided that it is time to start acting more my age than shoe size. I can tell you that broken ribs HURT like nothing else and mean sleep is pretty none existent in The Mad House currently. I also have a shadow on my lung, so am off for another x ray tomorrow to rule out scary stuff.
But even though lack of sleep and pain is meaning I am a grumpy bean at the moment. France was amazing and we had a super time.