Life, and the pavement, can sometimes come at you fast… I took a spill on a road ride Monday, hit the deck and broke my shoulder. Helical fracture of the humerus.
I caught a crack or pothole right in front of Lost River Canyons just outside Hellertown, about 3/4 of the way through what was, up to that point, a beautiful ride: I got up early, broke out the road bike fresh from a full bike store tune-up (it had been sitting unused for a year), and was enjoying a perfect summer morning on the bike.
But then: splat. I knew I was hurt as soon as I hit the ground. Some guy in the parking lot helped me out, and I called BIL Joe who took me to the hospital. X-rays, painkillers, sling, yadda yadda; I saw the orthopedic surgeon yesterday who advised against surgery (I got the same advice from the ER guys). I just need a few weeks in the sling and then rehab.
So here I am! The pain subsided enough that I stopped taking the pills, now its like having a headache in my arm, and I have some mobility problems but I’m on the road to being OK. If I don’t go stir crazy first…