This is my last post about vacation. I promise:) And it really isn’t about vacation at all. It is about The Aftermath.
Picture this… a beautiful warm and sunny day on a scenic mountainside. Riding up a chairlift with my husband as we work our way down the mountain. (I know that makes no sense… but you have to go up to come down somewhere else.) Last run of the day coming up. This is when the ominous music starts as the movie advances.
Boom. Plop. Ouch.
And in the blink of an eye, I am sprawled on the snow in disbelief and hoping my friends behind me can navigate around my splayed skis and airborne behind. Because I was not moving anywhere fast, despite my embarrassment and need to get on my feet skis. The lift stops and the kind operator tells me to stay put and he comes and helps me up. Horrifying! But I soon realize quite necessary because my shoulder suddenly appears to not be functioning properly. Shake it off. Get skiing. Nope… I can’t lift the pole with my left arm.
At this point I am convinced that I just bruised my arm. I have replayed what happened and know why I fell, but still can’t picture how I landed. My friend’s son tells me how funny my face looked in the snow. Ah, kids. I reply that I was not paying the least bit of attention to my face and did not even recognize that it had met the ground. It was all very surreal.
At this point I realize it will be a challenge to get down the mountain but manage to very cautiously take an easy run to the top of the gondola so DH and I can ride down. He gallantly carries my skis and later helps me off with my clothes since I cannot lift my arm up to pull it out of my sleeve.
So I got a bit caught up in my story. Sorry. I was reliving the moment. As I have over and over again since that stupid fall.
But what I really had intended to talk about is what happened when I got home. After more than a week away, I had intended to rock and roll with my exercise routine. And even kick it up another notch. But had to admit that it just wasn’t going to be possible. No rock, no roll. No calorie burn. No staying in shape. Eek! Once upon a time I would have welcomed the excuse to take a break from working out. But not anymore. It has taken me a long time to get my routine down and I so do not want to lose momentum. And the warm weather is here and I want to get back on my bike! I want to keep going to yoga class. And pilates. I want to lift weights. I really do.
So far, I have managed to put in time on my boring elliptical. The first day I worked out with my arm bent, held up with my hands together at my waist. Amazing I didn’t fall and injure something else! Day two my shoulder had a bit more movement and I could elliptical with it down, resting on my thigh. Pathetic. Next day I took a walk outside.
My emotions are impossible to put into words. I am mad at myself for something so stupid. I am disappointed that I can’t do what I want to do. I am worried that I will lose momentum. And I am trying not to think about what happens if I have truly done some long-term or permanent damage. Sigh. I don’t know what is wrong, but I want it to get better now! In the meantime, I am learning to modify everything from dressing and undressing, to fixing dinner, to shampooing with only one hand, to not rolling on my side in my sleep, to typing with my keyboard on my lap and using the mouse with my other hand, to driving a car with only one arm reaching the steering wheel.
Yesterday it was a week since The Incident That Changed Everything. I am sucking it up and seeing a doctor today. I suspect it will be a waste of time and money. But maybe not. And it seems the prudent thing to do so I can get my rear back in gear sooner rather than later. Check back later for my post-orthopedic medical report:)
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