|Still in one piece|
|These boots were made for sliding|
The next morning I was in surgery for 3 hours, half the time spent removing road debris from inside my knee, the other half to put the pieces back together and stitch me up (19 stitches). The surgeon had me walking with a walker and leg brace the same day. I was released from the hospital 2 days later after being doused with antibiotics to prevent infection from the open wound.
|Forget the brace, those socks are sexy!|
|Me and Johnny Walker. Or Walker, Texas Ranger. Or Imperial Walker.|
|I'm wearing pants!|
Perhaps strangely, I've found being injured unexpectedly interesting, in part because I've never been injured like this before, so everything is new and curious, but mostly because I've had such amazing support during the entire process, so it's been easier than expected to be myself and do what I need and like to do. My husband has been incredible, keeping me well-fed and helping me with all the daily tasks I couldn't do at the beginning. I don't know how anyone could recover from an injury like this without having a retired squeeze at home. My friends have been so generous in offering me rides to and from the gym and happy hour. If it hadn't been for them, I would've gone crazy not being able to get my endorphins on or hang out with people I like. And my coach at the gym has done a fantastic job modifying all of the workouts to something that accommodates my limited mobility while still kicking my ass. I've made peace with the AirDyne, hang muscle cleans, sit-ups, ring rows, and anything else that doesn't require a deep knee bend.
|Teaching that AirDyne who's boss|
|Ring rows should be easier with an exoskeleton, but no|
So enough of that, moving on, we still don't know the cause of the crash, because the two theories we've come up with don't explain all of the details. One is that I was tapped by a car from behind, which would explain my front wheel suddenly jerking to the right; however, this doesn't explain the damage to my front wheel, which indicates I hit something big (like a cinderblock or pothole). The problem with that idea is that nobody was in front of me, just an open road on a beautiful day, so it's hard for me to think I missed something as big as a cinderblock (no potholes—we checked). Of course, you always hear about car drivers who say they didn't see that motorcycle until after they hit it, so maybe I hit another motorcycle. Other theories include something with vampires, aliens, or a drone strike. I'm inclined to go with a combination of all of the above.
|Phantom wheel damage|
So thanks to all of you who have shared your stories with me, and thanks to everyone who continues to help me as I build my way back to 2 working legs!
|Thanks, everyone! Keep the rubber side down!|
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