Suffering from a trauma like this one. Is like living in slow motion. No sudden movements of any kind. Every move is thought of and then implimented.
I don’t take pain killers (except for debilitating pain). I prefer to know when I’m hurting and where. Right now I know there are a areas of bad soft tissue damage. As the minor pain subsides I am able to start identifing the major problems.
I really don’t want to start lifting until I know whats up, for sure. The lower extremities are in fine working order. My major concern is of course my back.
I hammered my left elbow really good. However I only feel it when I put it on something, then I feel it real good.
Still can’t chew anything. I’m already sick of soup. Love the smoothies though.
Hurts to cough or clear my throat. The thought of sneezing scares the fuck’n hell out of me. I sneeze really big. I know you can’t sneeze with your eye’s open. Small blessings.
This is actually the first time I’ve been able to document a personal trauma. So I’m trying to note the various changes, that occur during the healing process.
I have learned over the years to track injuries. They are not always what you think they are. Being in tune with my body and meditation help me stay on top of my conditioning.
All in all I’ve made great progress so far. I’m over the chills and shivers, thank God. The face is healing great. The Tegaderma bandages are doing there usual awesome job.
Funniest thing is. The worst injury I have. In terms of length of heal time. Is on my right pinky. I lost a chunk of flesh. Not very big but deep enough to require some serious healing time.
The back and therefore the chest are always a very major concern with trauma. This is there the muscle conditioning pays off. All the upper bodies muscle condition in some way support or assist the back.
I believe the fact that I was bent over in a tuck when we collided. Since it was a roadbike. Made it a moveable object. I remember getting my hand out in front and hit his handle bars with them.
I know I didn’t stop there. My blood was in the crosswalk that goes from the Island medium to the Trail. Some 6-8 feet away.
The cyclist recieved a sore right shoulder. Which is exactly the direction my helmet was going. The fact that the speed I has going allowed me to mow right through.
I sometimes sit and wonder. What was going through the cyclists mind as he saw me and felt me plow through him. I have contiuously told myself not to allow the bike under or on me. The idea is to hit with the hands and move the bike. If that is exactly what I did cool. I have know way of knowing for sure.