{"id":11586,"date":"2016-06-28T08:18:34","date_gmt":"2016-06-28T12:18:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=11586"},"modified":"2016-06-28T08:28:06","modified_gmt":"2016-06-28T12:28:06","slug":"one-month-post-crash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=11586","title":{"rendered":"One Month Post-Crash"},"content":{"rendered":"

Time has an odd way of seeming to fleet by rapidly, and also stand still. Thus has been my recovery from injuries sustained in the crash<\/a> I had while riding my Harley to work one month ago. How am I doing now?
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\nFor the most part, I have resumed most normal activities. I use my truck to pick up and escort my lovely LOLITS to the grocery store. I take my spouse on numerous and unending errands. He still does not like to drive, and only drove his own car when I could not drive during immediate post-crash recovery.<\/p>\n

I have resumed sharing lawn mowing duties with the spouse. I know, it’s mundane, but when you can’t even do simple stuff, being able to do it again is a minor cause of celebration.<\/p>\n

The spouse has resumed his usual grouchy antisocial behavior, so that is another way to observe that he thinks that I am recovered enough to be the “front man” in our relationship with the world. He really dislikes interacting with people, but was pleasant about it during the worst of my down-time, accommodating numerous visitors and family who came to see me and offer assistance. He even joined me at a community gathering where I was given some recognition<\/a> — again, he really does support me, though he would very much rather not have to be around people.<\/p>\n

The spouse still continues to do some heavy work and retrieval of things that his other half, “Mr. klutzy-butterfingers” drops on the floor. I still cannot lift anything over my head due to a restricted range of motion on my left side. I also have trouble bending down without causing rib pain to pick up things that I drop. Quick as a flash (relatively speaking), Spouse jumps in and says, “I’ll get that!” He really does love me, despite my ongoing dropsy-doodles.<\/p>\n

I have regained enough strength to sit on my Harley and lift it to its upright position and roll it into a garage bay. I inspected its damage, which quite surprisingly is very minor. Scratches on the roll bars may — or may not — be indicative of frame damage (doesn’t look like it), but in a couple weeks, I will have the Harley picked up and brought to my dealership for a thorough inspection and necessary repairs. The windscreen was scratched badly and requires replacement — and that’s not cheap. <\/p>\n

It was kinda sad and frustrating to roll the Harley back to its usual parking spot in the back of the garage, but a promise is a promise to give myself a full six weeks to recover from these rib fractures.<\/p>\n

Thinking positively, I ordered a new custom 3\/4 motorcycle police helmet to replace my ol’ reliable and favorite motorcycle helmet<\/a> that did its job protecting me during the crash. It will be delivered in a few weeks — just in time for my anticipated return to riding again.<\/p>\n

And despite the spouse’s desires that I not expand my boot collection, I ordered a replacement pair of my trusty Chippewa Harness boots<\/a> that were damaged in my 300-foot slide during my crash. I have “retired” those old boots in a small memorial next to my old “retired” helmet — all reminders of what happened.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, Chippewa is again very delayed in production of most of their motorcycle boots. I anticipate the backorder will clear and I’ll have those boots by the time I am riding again. If I don’t, well then, I have a few other pairs of motorcycle boots<\/a> that I can choose from. (giggle)<\/p>\n

I continue to think positively, though am reminded a bit too often that my old lady friends are … old ladies. They all-too-frequently tell me that they want me to give up riding my Harley, forever. I appreciate that they love me, but I’m not quite ready yet to give up my passion and about the only fun thing I do. But whenever I return to riding, I will be more restrictive in when and where I go. I promised the non-riding spouse that I will not ride in the dark or commute to work any more. That’s gonna be a difficult adjustment!<\/p>\n

The minor swelling of my left foot is resolving, as expected. I can wear most of my boots now, except those tight-instep Luccheses. <\/p>\n

The only persistent issue about my rib fractures is that I cannot sleep on a bed. Since I must sleep on my back and that is where my ribs were fractured, the discomfort that I feel when I lay on my back (regardless of the number of pillows that I use) wakes me as soon as an hour after I go to sleep. I take a couple acetaminophen at bedtime, but the pain-reducing effect they have do not last more than about an hour. I cannot take them again but every four hours, so I have a quandary. I end up moving to a recliner in the family room to sleep for the night. The recliner seems to be the only thing I can sleep on. Damn, it’s frustrating not to be able to sleep on a bed.<\/p>\n

The other frustrating thing about the slow recovery is that I cannot snuggle with my spouse on lazy weekend mornings due to rib pain when I try to lay on my side. ‘Nuf said, but this bothers me tremendously.<\/p>\n

Speaking of weekends — I have resumed walking with my senior walking partner again. We do not walk far — just 1.5 miles on Sunday, but at least I am moving again and improving the circulation, which reduces inflammation and swelling in the foot. <\/p>\n

BTW, before you suggest other painkillers — trust me, none of them work. Ibuprofen (Motrin), Naproxen (Aleve), even in prescription strength doses, do not work for me at all. I refuse to take narcotics or narcotic-like drugs, so I’m stuck with using Aspirin and Acetaminophen. <\/p>\n

I continue to muddle through the recovery, one bootstep at a time.<\/p>\n

Life is short: recovery takes time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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