If you read this blog regularly, you'll notice all my photos went away yesterday evening. This is because I am NOT a technological genius and messed around with my Picasa albums. Including the one labeled "Blogger." And will have to replace my blog photos. All of them. One by one.
I'll save that for the weekend, when I get a few free minutes.
Over the last six days I've enjoyed the return to life in the Land of the Two-Handed after ditching my sling for good last Friday.
This Wednesday I had a great day. I followed up with Dr. Getzin, who said my shoulder had improved much faster than he expected. After agreeing on our exceeded expections we discussed continued increased activity, how to know when I've done too much and what to do about it, and we agreed on physical therapy-which he said would certainly recommend. He brought it up as if he thought he'd have to talk me into it. Not me. Ready, willing, able. I'd have started immediately except I wanted to see the particular physical therapist LiLynn had recommended. I have my first appointment on July 31st.
After such an upbeat and mostly pain-free Wednesday I left the doctor's office walking on clouds and enjoying the prospect of leaving Injuredville behind so soon. Except I haven't yet.
Thursday morning I woke up in the wee hours of the morning in pain. This pain continued and bounced back and forth all day between mild and moderate. Tolerable, yet remarkably tiring.
The pain continued this morning and afternoon after causing uneasy dreams about doctors, hospitals and surgery last night. My shoulder hurts more when it rains. Seriously.
These two days reminded me the recovery process isn't over. A week ago I experienced such pain I emailed Dr. Getzin to ask about it. He "wasn't surprised to hear I had episodic pain" and said to expect the shoulder to hurt for a month but with gradually decreasing frequency and intensity. So I'm just having an episode now.
Of course I won't race at the NYS TT Championships this weekend. So I won't resolve my unfinished business with that race after last year's mid-race flat. I had ONE flat on the road last year, and that was IT. Next year, I guess.
And I don't get to enjoy the women's team slumber party beforehand at a certain teammate's house either.
I know, I know. Buy some cheese to go with that WHINE instead of crying myself a river.
After this temporary speed bump in the road I plan to go ride outside this weekend as much as I can. That may not occupy much time, but it will keep life optimistic.
With luck, I may get to race a mountain bike one more time this summer. I'll be 100% before CROSS season, and 100% motivated too.
The best way to find yourself really wanting something? Remove all possibility of having it, just for a little while.
There's no bike racing in Injuredville.
Thanks for reading.