Four weeks ago today was my surgery to fix my shattered
humerus bone with a plate of stainless steel and some screws. I've been in a time warp. It doesn't feel like that long. Susan says it's
because I slept for the first two weeks.
My complete recovery and return to the bike will take a total of 4 to 6 months. So, four weeks really is nothing. My days all seem to run together. I could be very productive while sitting around at home, but I'm a procrastinator. Plus, the more time I have on my hands, the less I get done. It doesn't help that I'm right handed and I have to do everything with one hand, my left hand. Just typing out a blog post takes twice as long.
The healing started out very slow. In the past week I'm starting to see positive signs that there is healing going on. I still sleep 10 hours every night, but I am no longer napping during the day. I'm still on some very heavy duty pain killers, but I'm only taking one pill every 4-5 hours instead of 2 pills every three hours. I've never broken a bone or had surgery before, so this is all new to me.
I spend my days on the computer. I feel I waste more time than anything doing this. When I convince myself to get off the computer I am doing odds and ends around the house. The few things I can do one handed. The past week and a half I've been getting out of the house for a walk. Getting out in the fresh air really is the highlight of those days. However, I didn't go Sunday because we got a few inches of snow and I was nervous about walking around on the freshly snow covered sidewalks. If I were to slip and start to fall towards my ride side, there is no way for me to catch myself. It's not worth the risk of re-injuring myself.
I usually walk about two miles right now. There is a video store about one mile away. I looked through the TV show section and picked out a
tv series to watch. It's
HBO's Six Feet Under. I'd never heard of it before since I've watched very
littletv the last 8 years. I'm into Season 2 right now and am enjoying it so far.
Yesterday I watched an old Clint Eastwood movie,
Thunderbolt and Lightfoot. In the movie, the Clint Eastwood character breaks his arm. He takes off his belt and wraps it around a tree and yanks the bone back into to place. I almost screamed just watching it, knowing how excruciating my break was. Then a couple of scenes later he's punching a guy with the same arm.....I don't think so.
Susan asked me over the weekend if I've had any epiphanies about life or my current situation with all the time I've had to think. I told her that life didn't end just because I can't ride a bike right now. Yeah, it kind of sucks but it's not the end of the world. It'd be a different story if I knew I'd never ride again. But I know it's temporary. I'll heal up and eventually I'll ride again.
My complete recovery and return to the bike will take a total of 4 to 6 months. So, four weeks really is nothing. My days all seem to run together. I could be very productive while sitting around at home, but I'm a procrastinator. Plus, the more time I have on my hands, the less I get done. It doesn't help that I'm right handed and I have to do everything with one hand, my left hand. Just typing out a blog post takes twice as long.
The healing started out very slow. In the past week I'm starting to see positive signs that there is healing going on. I still sleep 10 hours every night, but I am no longer napping during the day. I'm still on some very heavy duty pain killers, but I'm only taking one pill every 4-5 hours instead of 2 pills every three hours. I've never broken a bone or had surgery before, so this is all new to me.
I spend my days on the computer. I feel I waste more time than anything doing this. When I convince myself to get off the computer I am doing odds and ends around the house. The few things I can do one handed. The past week and a half I've been getting out of the house for a walk. Getting out in the fresh air really is the highlight of those days. However, I didn't go Sunday because we got a few inches of snow and I was nervous about walking around on the freshly snow covered sidewalks. If I were to slip and start to fall towards my ride side, there is no way for me to catch myself. It's not worth the risk of re-injuring myself.
I usually walk about two miles right now. There is a video store about one mile away. I looked through the TV show section and picked out a tv series to watch. It's HBO's Six Feet Under. I'd never heard of it before since I've watched very littletv the last 8 years. I'm into Season 2 right now and am enjoying it so far.
Yesterday I watched an old Clint Eastwood movie, Thunderbolt and Lightfoot. In the movie, the Clint Eastwood character breaks his arm. He takes off his belt and wraps it around a tree and yanks the bone back into to place. I almost screamed just watching it, knowing how excruciating my break was. Then a couple of scenes later he's punching a guy with the same arm.....I don't think so.
Susan asked me over the weekend if I've had any epiphanies about life or my current situation with all the time I've had to think. I told her that life didn't end just because I can't ride a bike right now. Yeah, it kind of sucks but it's not the end of the world. It'd be a different story if I knew I'd never ride again. But I know it's temporary. I'll heal up and eventually I'll ride again.