Thank you Dorothy Langdon (who took pictures with her cell phone) for not taking a photo as I attempted to stand.
The previous post already revealed I had broken my hip.
There was no immediate pain (other than the road rash on the left forearm), so before they got me up I had assumed that I would just shake it off and finish the ride.
All hopes of a routine fall and back into the saddle the next day were dashed as the X-Ray showed that I had fractured the thin bone where the ball of the femur attaches to the long part of the bone. As my surgery was not planned, the first spot available in surgery would be 5 p.m. the next day.
O.K., then time for the morphine. Nope, they gave me Demerol. "This ain't working!!" The nurse said she would just increase my dosage. "This ain't working!!". O.K., I will give you one more shot. "This ain't"----snore.
The next day, Tuesday, I received a new hip ball and socket. Friday I was released from the hospital. Monday I saw the doctor as my bandage would fill up with fluid, and I hate the sight of my own blood.
The next day, Tuesday, (one week old hip. Hip hip hurray), I started physical therapy. (Editor: Go back and delete that last hip hip hurray, and insert ow, ow, today).
As I get more mobile, some of the hurt is going away, and I think I am making a lot of progress. I have the sutures out, I have graduated from the walker to a cane, and as one may have noticed, I am able to get into and out of the computer chair--all by myself.
Yesterday, I made it up all of the stairs with the help of the cane. However, I think I will continue sleeping down stairs for a while longer.
Whereas we have only one more unpublished organized ride for this season, Christine and I went on an outstanding vacation this past summer. We are eager to share some of the photos.
Maybe, it will be a short winter season after all. The doctor "promised" me that I would be back to riding by at least March.
So much for training all winter and then impressing everyone doing wheelies up the Bastrop State Park hills.