Then, on one of the first cold mornings of the winter, on a quiet cul-de-sac, the bike went from under me on a patch of ice and the mighty Harvey Right Hand Scaphoid was fractured. Note: I still cycled another nine miles to work and 11 home. Also note: this may not have been wise.
Me is woed
At least they think it is fractured. With the low blood flow that the scaphoid (small bone at base of thumb) gets, if in doubt they whack a cast on it. One doesn't want to suffer from avascular necrosis does one? (nurse looked impressed when I mentioned this). So I will be having another x ray on Tuesday, when healing will be visible if it is indeed fracture. Then the cast stays on another five weeks. If its not, it is just a horrendous sprain, the cast comes off and I am still stuffed.
Typing is actually quite painful
So at least a month of running and core work and not using my brand new and very expensive home wall. But tonight, beer and whisky.
Keep it real folks.