Here is the skinny, I have a bum shoulder.
About 10 years ago, I had this dog named Buster. He was a Walker Hound. Or, more commonly known as the Treeing Walker.
Buster liked to go on long brisk walks, and even longer runs. He was a fun dog to live with. A great big dog too, he weighed in at 95 lbs. I had to get a special collar just to walk him, he was so strong he could easily pull me off my feet. Exercising him was exhausting at times, thrilling at other times, and dangerous if horses were about.
One day, I had this great idea to run him while I rode my bike next to him. It made total sense! I could run the dog until he was tired, a tired dog is a good dog. Plus, I could get a good ride in at the same time. A win-win kind of thing.
So there we were, about to run up this mile long hill through Powell Butte. Then I was going to ride around the top a few times with him, and then head back down the hill at the main gate.
Everything was awesome, there we were, he was running at near full speed, and I was laughing with him as I rode next to him. A mere thirty seconds into our ride, Buster decides that he needed to cut in front of me to go investigate someone in their backyard, and that’s when we collided.
I landed wrong when my bike went tumbling over Buster, and with an extended right arm, I tore the ligaments in my right shoulder. I didn’t know at the time, I was in a bit of shock. So, instead of turning around to go the short way home, I decided to push my bike up the hill, after all, Buster still needed the walk, and it was only 4 miles to home on this route. Of course, many things also transpired as I walked my damaged bike with my damaged body home.
It sucked. I had to admit that I needed emergency medical help, and a doctor that wanted to perform surgery. I opted for physical therapy instead. I have tattoos I didn’t want cut up when I could do PT instead. The PT helped, a lot, but not completely. I will always have this injury now.
Let’s fast forward to 3 weeks ago, Monday. I was at work, doing my job. I was into the day, happy to be productive. I went to load my delivery car with items needing to be delivered. One of the bins I was loading was heavier than It looked, and upon placing it in the back of my car, I heard the familiar snap, crack and pop of the ligaments giving up and the shoulder basically separating.
Yeah. It hurt. Alot. The truly awful thing was that it took a few days for the real pain to set in. I have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off, and didn’t even think of the injury, I just felt really uncomfortable, then Thursday happened. I couldn’t drive to work without wincing in pain the whole time. Loading packages in my car became excruciating. I’ve been on light duty since then.
I have not been able to do much other than sleep and ice my shoulder. I can’t even cook! Today is the first day in three weeks that I have been able to sit at the computer. Even this is wearing me down though.
I am out to go make some pasta, using yams instead of potatoes, for some chicken ravioli.
Wish me luck and healing juju.