Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Doctor, doctor...

Gimme the news, I got a bad case of the IT Band, deep knee bruise, scaphoid fracture/wrist sprain blues. OK, only the first one is officially diagnosed. Tomorrow is doctor day. Appointments just so I can get more appointments, PT to tell me I walk and run really funny, and hopefully an answer to my wrist issue. Since July 19th I can not bend my wrist back without pain. I can pull at my wrist and actually move the position of the bones. You can hear and feel them move. I can not do one, yes one, push-up. Every stroke in the pool has a pain in the wrist. How many strokes are in 3500 yards? A lot. Heaven forbid I catch my thumb on something. Holy shitballs, does that send a shooting pain up the forearm. You can imagine how much fun it is to hold an mtb handlebar or ride in the hoods bouncing around in a cross race. It friggin hurts. Every little bump, aaarrgghh.
Then I have another stupid crash at Whirlybird. Low speed around a tree, but my knee is flexed and lands squarely on a tree root sticking out of the ground. After two weeks of riding my knee has won the pain battle with my wrist. Every pedal stroke was a sharp pain under my kneecap. IC Lite was the icing on the pain cake. I could pedal about 400 meters on Sunday. Walking yes, pedaling no dice.
So after two days with no riding or running I see the doctor tomorrow. At this point I just want to know what is up. I just do not want to hear, "rest".