It’s been almost two months since our bike crash adventure and Shelly and I are still on the mend. Our injuries turned out to be far worse than originally thought.
Shelly didn’t just rip a hole in her elbow; she sustained an 80% rupture in her tricep which required surgery to repair. She was in a full cast, from knuckles to shoulder, for three weeks. She has yet to be able to put pressure on her right arm or lift anything more than a pound. She has a gnarly scar on her elbow that I’m a little jealous of. Scars are cool, especially when they come with a good story. She goes to her doctor next week and we’re hoping she gets the okay to start riding her bike again.
My Grade 3 AC separation is still a source of pain, literally and figuratively. Grade 3 separations live in a gray area. Most don’t require surgery, but a few do. Since I’m so active and it feels like someone’s lit a match under my shoulder every time I go for a run, it looks like surgery is, indeed, in my future. When I hit my shoulder, I tore the ligaments that connect my shoulder to my collarbone. That baseball bump on my collarbone isn’t from my collarbone popping up on impact. My shoulder actually dropped. When I stand up, you can see that my fingertips are a good 3-4 inches lower on my right side. I’m not a vain person, so this doesn’t bother me. What bothers me are the shoulder aches, the neck pain, the inability to do a push-up without popping and slipping in the joint. Ick.
To make it even more interesting, turns out my right hand was sore because I broke the navicular bone. Not a bad break, but enough to warrant a soft cast for four weeks. It’s off now and I’ve been given the green light to lift weights, run, bike, whatever I want.
As far as surgery goes, I have three races scheduled for the fall. Top of Utah Marathon, Goldilocks century ride, and the Amsterdam Marathon. My doctor said I would be fine waiting until those were done to do the surgery. A few cortisone shots to get me through and then we can put me back together like the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz.
Things could be worse, but they have been better. My patience is wearing thin, but I am still grateful for what I can do. Below is a link to my Deseret News article about never taking our health for granted. Check it out.