One and a half weeks post-crash and I still have 4.5 weeks left in a wrist cast with a broken scaphoid. Things have gone as well as they possibly could though. The break was a ‘good’ one in a part of the bone which is 99% likely to heal without complications. I’ve had excellent treatment from the precautionary ED doctors at Cairns Base Hospital, to my physio, Laura, getting me a pronto referral for an MRI. My sports doctor got me a same-day appointment to have a specially moulded splint put on so I could continue training. I’m really lucky to have a great professional team.
My carbon-look cast - cool!
People have been saying I should get straight on the windtrainer to maintain my cycling fitness, but I have resisted for a couple of reasons. One, I was due to have a couple of weeks off the bike after World Cup and being injured should not change this plan. Two, I don’t want to pretend it’s ‘business as usual’. I have suffered a significant injury and am not going to just train like I’ve only skinned my knee. I also have a large hematoma on my hip which I hope will get small enough to button up my jeans someday. My lower back is now the main concern with me groaning like a 70 year old every time I have to bend forward.
Looks like an alien. Actually is a hematoma.
My immediate concern was that I wouldn’t be able to work in my sports massage business but after a couple of practice clients it seems I can work around it. This is one of the benefits of being known more for knuckles and elbows than soft, soothing hand strokes. Yes, it hurts my body to work but it is helping me mentally to be around my clients who are so amazing and motivating. I treat a guy who has fallen in love with marathon running in his 60s and last week massaged a woman with 4 kids who has decided she will swim the English Channel as her 40th birthday present. I mean, wow! It makes me realise that having 6 weeks off is not the end of the world and there is plenty of time to get back to training for something insane.
The problem with pushing through pain at work and being optimistic is that it’s bloody exhausting. This has resulted in a few ‘losing it’ moments and a short fuse with family and friends – sorry! As someone who is fiercely independent it’s frustrating to struggle with simple things like tying up my hair and getting dressed. So peeved I couldn’t get my cast through a single jacket I owned I may have shed a few tears (straw that broke the camel’s back) then vented by take scissors to the sleeve of one of my favourite coats. On the upside it now fits over my cast.
Thanks to everyone for your messages of support. I hope to see you on the trails soon!