The Ins and Outs of an Ordinary Life

Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Whole Lot of Nothing Going On

It's been a tough week in our house. On Wednesday, DH went to LaGuardia Airport to pick up son #2. He called from the Bronx..... he drove over a big chunk of something and ripped out his transmission. So while he got towed, I drove to the airport and then picked up DH. His car spent Thanksgiving weekend in the Bronx. Tomorrow, DH will figure out the logistics of getting the transmission replaced.

Like DH's Mistubishi, I spent most of Thanksgiving weekend doing nothing. Unless giving yourself time to heal counts as something. Well, I did a few things, but nothing active.

Yesterday my cycling friends celebrated a birthday with a bunch of rides that all started at a nearby park.. After the rides, we gathered in the "pavilion," where they have a fireplace, electric outlets and picnic tables. I didn't ride, but I did make guacamole and get the fire started. We plugged in a couple of crockpots and had a giant pot luck after Thanksgiving party. At least I can participate in partying.

Today I did some cooking, and it wore me out. My left thumb/hand is still quite sore and all the food prep really made my hand (and some other body parts) hurt. Advil. I do feel like I am I am getting impatient. The scabs, the bruises, the discomfort.....I know I need to cut myself some slack and just give my body the time it's going to need, however long that might be. I keep having to remind myself that I got hit by a truck a week ago. I will re-evaluate next weekend. Maybe I can start doing something, even if it's just going for a walk.

I did enjoy spending time with friends and family. My mom came up from Florida and we went to lunch and the movies together on Tuesday. Son #2 flew home from North Dakota. How wonderful to see him beaming and sharing his adventures as a student pilot. So proud of him. He exudes professionalism and responsibility for the lifestyle he has chosen. Son #1 met us at my brother's house on Thanksgiving. So proud of him, my working boy, also a responsible professional. And now its just DH and I. Trying to stay awake through the football game. Trying not to think about going back to work tomorrow after the long weekend. Business as usual in the empty nest.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Atercrash Aftermath

I'm doing well, all things considered. I am moving slower, but I went to work on Monday. I have had some interesting conversations with friends and colleagues. "Hi Shelly, how was your weekend.". "Uh, I got hit by a truck on Saturday and spent a few hours in the ER but nothing is broken.". A few friends are encouraging me to rethink this whole cycling thing. One suggested sticking to the bike trails, another suggested hiking as an alternative. I reminded her that I was attacked by bees while hiking. Son #2 suggested spinning classes. I know several others were thinking similar thoughts but didn't verbalized them. On the other hand, my DH went for a ride on Sunday, alone (after I assured him that I didn't need him to stay home with me).

I expected this. After all, I have had 2 serious accidents in the past 1.5 years. I've never thought about cycling as a dangerous sport, despite numerous accidents to club members every year. Most of those people are back on their bikes as soon as they are able. Right now I feel like one of those people. If I had a body and a bike in working order, I would be out there this weekend. Am I crazy?

The bike is fine, the back wheel needed to be trued, and she has a few new scratches. My favorite outdoor fitness jacket got a bit ripped up, I think I can patch it. I was wearing a pair of nice (unpadded) bike shorts over my very nice (padded) tights. The shorts are ripped up but the tights are fine. I may try to sew the shorts up with some bright colored embroidery thread, and make them my good luck bike shorts. As for me, it is going to take time. The bruising on my arm and butt are extreme. I hurt. The soreness has actually gotten a little worse over the last few days. It is the end of the season, so I don't feel like I am missing out on very much. This could take several months to really heal. So I will have time to think it all through but come spring, I hope Dolce and I are back on the road.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Truck 1, Shelly 0

I have attended 4 meetings in the last 5 weeks: Boston, White Plains, Las Vegas, and Washington DC. It's been tough to do the right thing, with much less control over food and limited opportunities to work out. Plus I seemed to remain in sloth-mode even when I was home and had choices...... I was having difficulty getting turned around; I was not making good decisions.

This weekend was a good opportunity to make good things happen. Yesterday was an absolutely beautiful November day, and I went on a club ride, riding past many beautiful horse farms and reservoirs in northern Westchester County. I was having some difficulty keeping up (use it or lose it) and found myself at the very back of the ride with my friend Rick. We were at mile 21 of a 26 mile ride when I got hit by a truck. I got hit by a big fu*&^%n truck! As soon as he started to pass me, I realized he wasn't leaving me a lot of room. Then BAM, I got slammed on my left side. My next thought included the words violent and die. I really don't know what I looked like as I bounced off the truck into the woods. Luckily no guardrail or rocks. I landed hard on my butt and saw Rick riding toward me. At this point cars stopped in both directions and people were getting out to help me. I realized I was alive and although there was pain, I wasn't broken in half and my head hadn't hit the road. I was able to stand, legs and pelvis intact. I didn't need an ambulance. A very nice man named Tom offered to put me and Rick and our bikes in his truck and take me the remaining 5 miles to my car. When we got back and talked with our friends, we realized this asshole almost hit 4 or 5 other riders. Unfortunately, nobody got a plate number or even a good description of the truck.

My left arm was starting to really swell and it really hurt so I called my husband and he picked me up and took me to the emergency room. By the time I got into a treatment room and took off my clothes, I had a bruise on the left side of my butt the size of a dinner plate. Left arm wasn't looking too good either. Luckily I was totally covered in multiple layers so the abrasions/road rash were not too bad. The x-rays were negative, nothing is broken.

I am very bruised and very sore. I am very grateful that I am alive and not seriously hurt. A big thank you to my club friends who took care of me. The truck won, but I am not planning on a rematch. One close encounter with a truck per lifetime is one more than anyone should endure.