I felt almost normal this morning – until I tried to walk. Then my slow, shuffling gait reminded me that I’m damaged. I got ready for work. Diane had already left. I knew the bus schedule and had plenty of time.
Walking down the alley to the bus stop was slower than expected. I hate crutches. I missed the bus by 30 seconds. I called a cab.
I barely used my crutches. I hate them. I can shuffle slowly around. I can even climb stairs slowly as long as I hold on to the railing. I have almost no pain, just a dull ache and some stiffness in the ankle.
Diane’s sister picked me up from work at 1:00 to run me to my appointment with an orthopedic surgeon. It’s only five blocks from work, but I don’t want to walk that distance.
The fact the the ankle has been feeling better had given me hope that the tendon was only partially ruptured. The doctor dispelled that thought. It’s a complete rupture. I have no ability to flex my foot downward.
Anyway, I go in for surgery on Friday. I’ll be in the hospital overnight. I’ll be out of work for a week. Being in a new contract job, I have no paid time off, so I just don’t get paid. Shit happens.
It’ll be a slow recovery. I won’t be able to walk on the right leg for quite some time. Riding the bike is months away. This sucks, but that’s the way it is.
Diane was off work when I finished up at the doctor’s office. She picked me up, and we headed to buy dog food. As she was driving down Baxter Avenue, I saw a familiar cyclist ahead. It was Katie who organizes car-free happy hour. I rolled down my window and talked to her at a red light. She said she had the same achilles problem before – from falling. I didn’t have time to ask her if it was due to riding a bike.
Now that I’m home, I lubed the chain on the Fargo. It had been a muddy mess after Sunday’s ride. I haven’t had a chance to write about that yet. I will soon. I had washed the bike after the ride, but the chain was beginning to rust.
Now that the Fargo is done, I still have a flat tire on the rSogn. I probably clean it thoroughly while I work on it. I might as well work on the bikes since I can’t ride them. I have some changes I want to make. Now is a good time. I just need the money to buy some parts.
I can still be a bike geek, even if I can’t ride.