Update -

I forgot to mention about the status of my health. Last Thursday I was still in a lot of pain and went back to the doctor for x-rays etc. I had to go to the hospital in Velbert in order to have the x-rays taken. My boss was kind enough to lead the way and cheap enough to have us park across the street. So after doing my thing at the hospital I walk out to find a meter maid ticketing my car. I walk up to it as she's taking a picture and she starts going off on me. I say, 'English?' Her response, 'Nine.' Luckily she spoke Spanish and we were able to discuss the situation. With many 'graciases' and 'lo cientos' I talked my way out of the ticket citing my American nationality/stupidity and the fact I would never return to Velbert again. But the x-rays came back negative and the doctor noticed that I had pneumonia in the past which is interesting that you can still tell. I got some stronger medicine so I could sleep and was off. Friday morning, still in substantial pain, I am stretching (reaching for the sky) and I feel a yawn coming on. Now with the condition I was in this was a tricky thing. A very deep inhalation equaled severe pain. I did the best I could to stifle it and hiccuped instead. With that sudden movement of my diaphragm there was a snapping noise and movement from the rib that was causing so much pain. 'Oh crap,' says I... but in the end that was the last of my pain. So I am breathing easy now ready to continue this adventure...