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Originally Posted by tigat
(Post 22343945)
Second Update: By the end of week 1, I was back out riding - both gravel and road - or on the trainer almost daily. Two weeks ago, about five weeks in, my range of motion in my left leg, which had taken a deep thigh bruise, started a steady decline and the pain was back with a vengeance. By the end of the week, I couldn't complete a pedal stroke, even in a controlled environment like the trainer, and was taking stairs one step at a time.
Nice to live next door to a top notch orthopedic surgeon. Knocked on his door. Within about 5 minutes, he suggested that I might be experiencing the growth of some bone tissue inside my left quad. Apparently it's a thing and even has a fancy Latin name - myositis ossificans. X-rays at his office Monday confirmed the diagnosis. Who knew? Ultimately there may be a surgical remedy, but for now its just stretch and bear it. |
Bike is fine -phew!
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Reminds me of an incident many years ago sans two wheels. I was an avid runner and cyclist but was out for a run in the late Fall when the sun was setting around 4:45. I was running a road I had run 100s of times before and knew the curbs and irregularities by memory. But I got a late start and dusk was transitioning to night and I could just make out the major features when suddenly my left foot hit an object in the road and down I went impacting my left knee and then completely hitting the asphalt. My knee fortunately was not broken but severely bruised. I limped the mile and a half home, unable to run. It took about 3 months before the bruising and swelling receded enough to start running again.
I did go back after that incident the next day to see a truck had lost a piece of broken asphalt curbing. |
Glad it wasn't worse. Good vibes your way!
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One (More) of Those Things That Just Happen
Good News. Somewhat inexplicably, a few weeks after the X-rays confirmed bone growth in the middle of my quad (myositis ossificans), I started regaining range of motion and the pain subsided. Managed a full season of coaching Special Olympics ski racing and was able to keep a planned appointment to ski with some high school friends in Utah in early March. One of them was a teammate on my 1974 State Championship team, and he can still turn them both ways. Between my empty sleeve flapping around and the two of us ripping pretty impressive carves on the steeps, it was a bit of a throwback moment to our annual western swings 45 years ago. At 65, I must admit, it felt pretty good to to have people stop just to watch and approach us in the lift lines to say wow, the same as it was 4 decades ago.
Bad News. The unexpected healing of my thigh apparently was a bit of a Karmic setup. Either that, or the pridefullness displayed above was destined to come back and bite me in the behind. Skiing powder on the last day, I sunk a pole plant in a steep section of trees. My arm ripped back, and I felt a pop. Didn't fall, but hung it up five runs later with some serious pain and lack of movement. Although it took a bit to pin down the diagnosis, largely because my one arm has recruited muscles all over the place and functionally it is still working for the most part, when my bicep rode up toward my shoulder and then tumbled off to the side and took on all of the attributes of belly fat, we ordered an MRI. Reattachment surgery for my severed distal bicep tendon next week. Welcome to the rehab rodeo, again. |
Originally Posted by tigat
(Post 22451324)
Good News. Somewhat inexplicably, a few weeks after the X-rays confirmed bone growth in the middle of my quad (myositis ossificans), I started regaining range of motion and the pain subsided. Managed a full season of coaching Special Olympics ski racing and was able to keep a planned appointment to ski with some high school friends in Utah in early March. One of them was a teammate on my 1974 State Championship team, and he can still turn them both ways. Between my empty sleeve flapping around and the two of us ripping pretty impressive carves on the steeps, it was a bit of a throwback moment to our annual western swings 45 years ago. At 65, I must admit, it felt pretty good to to have people stop just to watch and approach us in the lift lines to say wow, the same as it was 4 decades ago.
Bad News. The unexpected healing of my thigh apparently was a bit of a Karmic setup. Either that, or the pridefullness displayed above was destined to come back and bite me in the behind. Skiing powder on the last day, I sunk a pole plant in a steep section of trees. My arm ripped back, and I felt a pop. Didn't fall, but hung it up five runs later with some serious pain and lack of movement. Although it took a bit to pin down the diagnosis, largely because my one arm has recruited muscles all over the place and functionally it is still working for the most part, when my bicep rode up toward my shoulder and then tumbled off to the side and took on all of the attributes of belly fat, we ordered an MRI. Reattachment surgery for my severed distal bicep tendon next week. Welcome to the rehab rodeo, again. |
Thanks, John.
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Originally Posted by tigat
(Post 22295544)
Somehow a lone cobblestone found its way onto the paved MUT I have ridden 1000 times. Commuting home from work in the late afternoon shadows, I was clever enough to find it and clear it from the trail - shortly after it bounced me into a hard crash and a 5 hour visit to the ER. No one to blame but myself.
Wave cell helmet is toast, but it worked. Major bruise on my left temple but no TBI. Assortment of other bruises that are going to take a bit to resolve. My friends are sending me pictures of e-trikes. Maybe they have a point. |
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