Happy Birthday...would you like a new rib?

My birthday is tomorrow. Does turning 43 make you a klutz. Well I guess I can't really count this accident as being a klutz (like the ice skating disaster), but it's still kind of lame. I leaned on to a towel holder last night to grab my towel and it broke off the wall and I landed on my boob, kind of between my boob and arm pit. Luckily I had a doctor appointment today so he also checked out my rib. He said it might be broke and wanted to send me to x-ray. I told him I couldn't go down to X-ray because I had to get home to watch The View because I forgot to TIVO it. So he loaded me up with Motrim and said to come back in on Monday to X-ray if it didn't get better. So Happy Birthday to me and can someone send me a new rib?