9 months later

As you know from my last post, I tripped and fell the other day right in front of two of my favorite people…Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse.
But what I didn’t tell you is that I fell on my left shoulder…or did I?



You may be wondering, "what's up with her shoulder?" Well, I'll tell you.  It all started 9 months ago, December 2010, when Hubby decided to buy me a new PINK mountain bike for my 49th Birthday.


Yep! That’s Hubby with his bald head . We shaved it after I made a mess of his haircut.


And here’s my PINK bike that sent me to months of physical therapy. How did this happen? On a short little bike ride through the Fullerton Loop, a well known mountain bike trail in our neck of the woods. In fact, I think it’s the only mountain bike trail in our neck of the woods.
Anywho we were out riding one beautiful Saturday morning and rode past a house that looked like something out of a dream. Me being the curious sort decided that I needed to take a closer look. So I rode my new PINK bike up the narrow precarious hill. Did I mention that my new bike is PINK? Cotton Candy PINK to be exact.



Back to the hill. Within seconds I was at the top of said hill, however, being the short sort that I am, I wasn’t able to get a good enough glimpse into the backyard. And yes, I do peek in peoples backyards and on rare occasions I even try to peek in windows…to see furnishings and wall treatments and architectural details…not the people.



Hubby was below the hill telling me I shouldn’t be peeking in peoples yards, while I was standing tip-toed over my bike and balancing against the fence. The next thing I knew I lost my balance and started toppling to the right. Trying to keep myself from going over the precarious little hill I quickly jumped to the left while grabbing my bars. I came up right, but in that moment I felt the strangest sensation in my shoulder.



It was as if the muscles in my upper arm stretched an inch and a half. It didn’t hurt, but at the same time it didn’t feel right.
I didn’t notice anything at first but as we continued down the trail  there was a huge tree stump followed by a dip. It was then that I noticed my shoulder and arm refused to do what my brain told them to. It just hung there limp, barely able to grip my handle bar and it was a bit scary to see my arm in that condition. Not wanting to alarm my Hubby I decided to tell him that I thought we'd gone far enough for the day and I was ready to head back home.



For several months I ignored the pain, thinking it would go away, until one day Hubby bumped my shoulder which sent searing pain through my entire back.
Off to physical therapy I went.
My shoulder is better in some ways and the same in others. I still can’t stand “Peter Pan” style with my hand on my hip and my arm refuses to go above what I like to call “10 o’clock.” So this is the shoulder I fell on the other day and I’m feeling the pain today. My Dr. was afraid I’d re-injure it on my bike, but leave it to me. I can hurt myself anywhere…HA!
Oh! none of these pictures were taken with my new camera .