Pelvic Fractures!

3/03/22

First I cried bitter tears, feeling sorry for myself as the ambulance took me to ER. in Houston Medical Center.  Then, I sucked it up.

Now I have to trust my body to heal. Ironically, while doing drills for bike medic safety, I fell off my bike, auguring hard, into the parking lot pavement on my right side.

Fractured my pelvis, passing out, ending up in E.R. of local hospital. It was humiliating.

So much for biking for a year!

As I was rushed to ER, a bike friend loaded my bike and drove home parking all in my garage. I had to have another bike pal lift my bike out for inspection and storing. I was grateful to them all.

Weird. Both my bike and my biking clothes had no tears; only me. Pelvic fractures, helmet cracked, confidence trashed.

First thought?  “Now I have to heal by June 2022 for the Colorado Trail!”

Damaged, I cannot even drive, let alone walk. Both rescue mutts boarded, as I cannot meet their needs. If they trip me?

All kinds of expletives left my mouth, as I struggle through P.T. hobbling up and down my street on a walker. Walker! Something attributed to old people, not me!

“It could be worse.” I thought. Oh yeah, define “worse”. My left side is fine; ditto upper body.  Heck: I can even slowly shower and use potty. My right side? uh…

It still sucks.

It’s been a month of bed rest, home health care, and limited movement.

Begged neighbor to drive to ortho doc specializing in hips. I needed to see what was up and possible.

After suffering humiliation wearing blue paper pants, hobbling down the corridor to the x-ray room, I showed mending. The hip doc poked and prodded. Ouch! He was cagy, not committing to my full recovery.

I lost weight and hard-earned leg muscle mass. Now, I have to start rehabbing from scratch. Dang!

With decent weather, I am out, hobbling daily. I WILL return!