Finally...
It finally happened.
I knew my time would come.
I had cheated the cycling gods for over twelve years and ten of thousands of miles.
The question would be how badly would I crash when it happened. I've seen too many crashes among my cycling friends, all across the spectrum. Some could have been avoided, many not. All are hard to watch and harder to recover from.
Gravity dropped my sorry ass off my bike and to the tarmac Saturday about 12:30pm during a club ride. I was seventy miles into my seventh century of the year. The day was going well, the weather was perfect, the usual great Santa Rosa Cycling Club group, it was a fun ride.
Then, doing a leisurely 15 mph, I had turned to look to the right of me to see what a was doing riding in the gravel on the shoulder, and when I looked back forward, I had veered left and I hit the rear wheel of a cyclist in front of me and landed on my left hip and shoulder and hit my head, cracking my helmet.
I did not lose consciousness. It took me a minute to do a self inventory, and decided my limbs were still intact. There was no blood, nothing seemed broken or out of place, and eventually,I was helped up. I was not impaired mentally, (anymore than usual) but there was definitely some pain in the hip, groin and shoulder. I lost a spoke on the front wheel. There were many reasons not to ride more that day.
After gathering myself, the group I was riding with took off and a friend stayed with me until my ever supportive spouse, Jane, picked me up.
After returning home and recuperating for a spell onthe couch, at about 3pm, I decided to go lay down in bed. I got up, started shuffling across the kitchen and began feeling dizzy, sweaty and nauseous. I stopped for a minute in the guest bathroom, then Jane helped me towards the bedroom. I almost made it into bed before I fainted, Jane couldn't hold me up, and I fell into the corner of my wood night stand hitting my cheek right below my right eye. A nice, bloody gash was the result. Insult added to injury.
I came to in a second, and made it onto the bed. After some "discussion" Jane called 911 and the paramedics came. They were a little perplexed after testing because I passed all their tests indicating I did not or had not been concussed, but I was very dehydrated. Anyway - we decided to go to Memorial Hospital right anyway as a precaution as they were said to have better neurological care than Kaiser and were much closer.
I stayed there overnight after being CT-scanned, X-rayed, EKGd, blood tested and asked a billion questions. I have to say, the staff there was superlative!
The bottom line was that I have a couple of small fractures on my left pelvis, and left clavicle. No surgery needed! My head is fine, and I have big ass bruise on my left thigh and a nice cut below my right eye.
So, it was my time...I am lucky and grateful it wasn't worse. Thankful for the support of my wife, family, friends and all the dozens of health care professionals involved in the process.
I have been using a walker since Sunday as walking is painful - I hope to be done with that soon.
No support needed for the shoulder.
After a couple of visits with Kaiser, today the ortho doc said she was very pleased with my recovery after only a few days, and
- no outdoor riding for a month (when I see them next)
- maybe indoor cycling in a few weeks if it feels ok sitting on saddle
- walking as much as tolerated
- more calcium and D3
- off from work 2 weeks
- no active exercises on shoulder
- ice and massage on leg.
So, adjusting my cycling goals for the year, dropping a few doubles from the calendar....France in August is still very much ON!
Thanks all for your thoughts - but Jane is the one going to need the support - she's gona have to tolerate my grumpy ass around the house more than usual over the next four weeks.
Be safe, be kind, and keep positive.
Greg
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