I spent a long day first driving to the bone doc's office, then waiting for him to make the same trip. Two hours sitting in the little exam room, in a chair that would have killed me before the back surgery.
It was worth the wait as the word was all good. He turned me loose to work, run, lift weights.....in short, all the things I've spent a lifetime avoiding. HAH! No really, that's pretty good news to me because it means I'm ready to start getting back to near normal.
As we were talking, I purposely avoided asking him about riding my trials bike. This was because I was afraid he'd tell me that it was off limits forever. I figured if I didn't ask, I could decide that for myself. I know some doctors are anti-motorcycle to begin with and I just didn't want to give him a chance to tell me that I should no longer do something that I dearly love.
Ah, but all wondering (combined with the memory of my whining about it) proved to be just too much for Tammy as she piped in with the question before I knew it was coming, "When can he ride his dirt bike?". Well, I gulped real hard just before I heard him say "he can ride now if he can avoid wrecking the thing". He went on to say that if I did plan to crash (which let's face it, is more than likely), I should probably wait for a month before I do it.
Whew, how 'bout that? I mean it's not like I would have given it up if he'd replied as I had anticapated he would. Still, it's good to know that the next time I pile up with the old Yamaha landing on top of me, I'm only following doctor's orders.
Dr David McCord - Nashville TN is my hero
2 comments:
Excellent news! So good to hear.
You've picked my bike up offa' me more than a couple of times, and I'd be more than glad to re-pay the favor. Although.....you don't seem to crash as much as I do.....hmmmmmm.
Do we have to have to help you remove the bike before we're done laughing?
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