Ouch... So, after a week of working 12 hour days with little sleep participating in news coverage of our situation here in New York,
I finally get a day off and a chance to ride again. What do I do? I fall and break my thumb.
It was a good but disturbing ride on Sunday that took me down the (nearly empty) West Side Highway and then along Canal St where crowds were trying to glimpse the destruction from the police barricades then up to Union Square for the gut wrenching memorials and "missing" posters and people standing in large groups telling their stories. Then back up Sixth Avenue. Many bikes on the street, best way to get around. Near my apt building I go to pop up onto the sidewalk to dismount and head upstairs
and I fall on my right side. It would have been a very minor thing with a skinned knee, barely bleeding, (didn't hit my head, bike undamaged) but in some freakish manner, the handlebar contacted the sidewalk on the right side, causing the left side to swing around with some force as I fell. It caught my thumb near the joint. Snap.
Spent the night in emergency room feeling rather ridiculous under the circumstances, though they were overstaffed and not all that busy because the expected living casualties from the trade center never showed up, so horrific was the death toll. The only other guy there had fallen playing tennis and cut his forehead. Plus the shrink cases, cops and rescue workers who had seen too much and needed to talk to someone.
So here I am, sidelined from one my one guaranteed stress-reliever, with winter just around the corner. I should have taken a nap and passed on the ride, I was still too tired but I just had to get out there.
Docs are installing pins in surgery to secure the thumb on Friday, Wish me luck.