I’m writing with a bit of apprehension.
You may recall that about 2.5 months ago, I shared a certain exploit where I fell off my bike and landed squarely on my back. In the immediate aftermath of that incident, I believed that the extent of the damage was a couple of broken ribs, based upon a series of X-rays I had. But even a couple of weeks later, I was still way too sore for broken ribs. I ended up going in for an MRI and…guff.
One minor compression fracture and two 10-20% compression fractures, all of the thoracic vertebrae.
The good news is that it doesn’t hurt the vast majority of the time. It typically doesn’t hurt to ride…although if you fall off the bike and land on your shoulder, it sucks pretty bad. Similarly, any quick twisting motion is pretty ridiculously painful. It’s not a nice pain, either–it’s sharp. Nauseating. Instant.
Sure, I have celiac’s, but for the most part, I consider myself to be lucky that I’ve been healthy my whole life. I’ve had a ton of broken fingers, but that’s it for broken bones. I’ve never spent more than 2 hours in an ER in any one visit. Never anything major other than digestive issues (ulcers, celiacs, etc). I’ve never experienced pain with movement. I’ve never had to think before jumping off a ledge, or before picking something up. I’ve never had limits on activities of daily living.
I’m doing everything right in addressing this, letting it heal, not doing anything stupid. But for being 10 weeks out, I’d expect to be further along.
On the other hand, this is one of those learning experiences. When I can wake up and get up without any discomfort–I’ll appreciate that. When I can have a deep sneeze without a rack of pain–I won’t take that for granted. But for now–for now I’m broken.