The primary care i received after my accident was second to none, I can’t speak highly enough of the paramedics and the nursing staff. The surgical team had a little less face time with, I think there was about 30s of conversation with anaesthetists (which is probably enough of a indication of quality) and the x-rays as proof of 8 hours of quality work from them.
The mission of the staff, nurses, doctors and the physios was to get me well enough to survive outside of the hospital. For the physios that meant standing up, using crutches well enough to get about (mostly to get to the loo as no-one enjoys a bed pan) and make it up and down a flight of stairs.
Being able to function for the necessities of day to day life was not going to be enough for me. Having started New Year’s Eve and with almost 300 miles notched up on the saddle for just that week, my activity level took a substantial nose dive.
While the morphine was flowing and I couldn’t even get out of bed this was fairly easy to accept.
Half way in at 6 weeks in is a very different mind set and requires more resilience than being in a hospital bed letting the body do its thing. There’s an eye on 12 weeks when I can start putting weight on it and in the intervening 6 weeks trying to minimise the loss of condition, strength or fitness ready for that.
Not for the first time I’m grateful of my education, doing a physiology degree means not only having some knowledge myself but also having friends I can count on for knowledge I don’t have…and some abuse when my training ethic takes a knock.
While i am not a professional athlete I certainly aspire to be competitive so thought I’d find some comparison. I crossed Geraint Thomas off as he got back on his bike and finished the Tour de France, that’s not an option. So the closest I knew of was Chris Froome and looked to see how long it took to return from his crash. He managed to notch up a few more broken bones and definitely did more damage to his bike. Either way seeing him back and racing in less than a year gives hope.
The first scary thing to come to terms with is probably learning to walk again, learning to trust a leg that hasn’t been used for 3 months, it will literally be one baby step at a time.
Hopefully like the bike riding I intend to get back to I won’t have forgotten!