injuries
Back in the Saddle
After five and a half weeks, I finally
got back on my bicycle. I had left my sling behind the week before
and my shoulder was feeling pretty good. The weather was Indian
summer perfect with bright sun and temperatures in the low 70s. So
I went. It felt good to be back on the bike. The drive chain
hummed, the pavement sushed by, the gears clicked, and I reveled in
the pleasure of exertion. As I passed the spot where I had crashed,
I spit on the pavement as a gesture of defiance. A little childish
maybe, but if we don’t defy our ghosts, maybe they chase us back
inside to the recliner, or to the grave.
Disabling the Ordinary


But at least my fracture is non-displaced. It can heal if I can keep it immobilized (relatively). Uh, I think that means I can’t ride a bicycle for a while. So I’m going to do a lot of hiking in Vermont, it seems . . .
For those who want more details of collarbone fractures, see this article.
My First big break
Well, it
finally happened. Here I am at age 49 and I’ve never broken a bone
in my body-until today. I still don’t know how it happened. My wife
and I decided to go out for a bike ride together. We were pedaling
along at an easy pace when I suddenly found myself pitched sideways
in an instant, on the ground, my left foot still clipped in to the
pedal. I remember hitting my right shoulder on the pavement. A
woman in a car stopped next to us on the shoulder as I sat upright
and assessed my injury. I was briefly nauseated but it passed
quickly. I had some ugly “road rash” on my arm and leg. I could
move my arm but the shoulder didn’t feel too good. The good
samaritan in the car (thank you, Julie S.) piled our bikes and us
into her vehicle and took us home. Vikki found me a large bag of
cold ice and I drank a beer and went to bed. There was a pretty
good lump at the top of my right shoulder but I thought it might
just be a hematoma. Nonetheless I went for an Xray and sure enough
I had fractured my collarbone distally just before the joint at the
shoulder. Luckily I got ahold of one of the local orthopedic
surgeons who was on his way home but graciously agreed to come
review the film, then went back to his office and rummaged around
for a shoulder sling.
Fortunately I don’t need any surgery. Unfortunately, Vikki and I are scheduled for a husband-and-wife getaway trip to Vermont in a couple of weeks in order to-you guessed it-go biking. Oh, well, I may have to pull a “Tyler” a la’ Tyler Hamilton who in 2003 won a stage of the Tour de France about two weeks after breaking his clavicle in a bike crash. It’s too late to get a refund of the payment for the trip and I didn’t take out travel insurance so it’s grin and bear it or lose the money.
Fortunately I don’t need any surgery. Unfortunately, Vikki and I are scheduled for a husband-and-wife getaway trip to Vermont in a couple of weeks in order to-you guessed it-go biking. Oh, well, I may have to pull a “Tyler” a la’ Tyler Hamilton who in 2003 won a stage of the Tour de France about two weeks after breaking his clavicle in a bike crash. It’s too late to get a refund of the payment for the trip and I didn’t take out travel insurance so it’s grin and bear it or lose the money.
