It's a joint !

It has been a bit over a month (a negligible time lag for updating this chronicle-of-sorts of mine called a blog) since my Doctor took a long look at the X-ray of my right shoulder and collarbone and pronounced the bone injury (a fracture in fact) to be sufficiently healed by using the words "it's a joint".

There's still a bit of a bump where the bone has joined but seems that the bone will hold up for most of the activities and monkeying I have in mind for the coming days of post summer lushness...

I broke the bone in January and it was pronounced to have healed in June. That's five months of more or less hampered and "samhal ke" kind of living, during which I could do just a piddling amount of cycling, had to be careful about lifting the DSLR and was more or less off the motorcycle (apart from the "can't be avoided, there is no other way to commute" times).

And I must also confess that for almost all of May I was convinced that I have a malunion because I used to get twinges of pain reminiscent of the earliest days of the fracture. But then, as my Doctor (who is very much the boss in this case) has already certified the bone has joined well and I don't need surgery.

So there, woot and woot and woot again!

That's not all in fact. To celebrate (and make up for lost time) I even bought a Schwinn Sporterra Bicycle and as of now we are already firm companions with some decent roads runs already behind us and (hopefully) a lot of kilometres and open roads in front.

Coming back to the matter of the joint of the bone, I must say the clavicle is a bitch of a bone to break. Almost every movement one undergoes sends a twinge to the bone and even simple things like sitting down in a chair (and getting up from it) can be potential bone breakers. And yes it is "disabling" in a number of ways. And yes, people are kind and will even make way for you (at least they did for me) and be helpful in otherwise competitive urban spaces like vegetable markets and buses.

At another level the initial days of the fracture were like a second childhood with my mother feeding me (I am not ambidextrous and not very good at spooning up rice using my left hand) and father bathing me. Call me a sucker for "humility" and "reverence" if you will, but I will say I did feel humbled (and I still do) by the tenderness, care and ministrations of my parents.

This blog post (about the healing of the bone) took a long time. And I really don't know if I am writing this because I have blogged (a bit) about my fracture here and thus this post is but a natural progression. Or is it that I am attempting closure? To what has been an intensely painful (and incapacitating) three months followed by another two months of wait and watch (which is equally incapacitating and worrying) and nightmares of malunions and whatnot...

Either way -- it does seem medical science has limited (if at all) efficacy where my "disabilities" are concerned. For all their so-called "nano-technology" edge and "extreme power" capability my new hearing aids can't really do much (unless I am in a perfectly noise-free environment). Okay, so there are reasons why the hearing aids are what they are but then those reasons don't make being "ear incapacitated" any easier. More or less in the same vein, when I broke the bone, medical science couldn't do much but ask me to take rest, drink a lot of water and eat a (calcium) tablet a day.

Rx stoicism and "even this will pass away" bloody mindedness any day, I say.

On that note, hold my bike (its a very light bicycle in fact) while I exult once again -- It's a joint! Woot, woot, woot!!!