On my third and last give-it-all attempt --- “SNAP …CRACK!” in my back, down I went to my knees, to the ground. It took my breath away, couldn’t catch it, excruciating pain. I thought it must be as when you stub a toe—crazy pain for a few moments and then gone. This wasn’t the case, I could not get up—hard to breath and nauseated.
As I was in an isolated area and alone, I heard the neighbour next yard over so I started yelling for help. He ran over and called 911—within minutes the firetruck followed by an ambulance arrived. I was surrounded by 7 (rather handsome) male paramedics and firemen in wonder about why I had even imagined I could lift SUCH a heavy, too heavy even for an able weightlifting competitor, trailer. The worse part was standing up to get lifted onto their ambulance bed—I was in pain.
So there I was, waiting in emergency on Friday just before lunchtime, with only my car/house keys with me, waiting and waiting to be attended to—the pain ever present. This happened at 11.30am and I finally received an x-ray at 18.45—the entire time I lay in a hospital bed, on my side, in excruciation pain wondering what I had done to myself.
X-ray showed I fractured a bone in my back—the pressure of the trailer against my spine was too much, it actually crushed and fractured the bone on the upper right side, L2 in the Lumbar section. I had to give it 6 weeks to heal. In that moment, all changed for me. Two of my dear friends came to my rescue and took me home. I could not walk very easily so I needed their support. The days that followed found me bed-bound and could only walk with the use of a cane.
Now 3 weeks later, with a visit last week to the orthopaedic surgeon verified the crushed bone L2 and informed that a 6 week period was needed (for the average person) for the bone to heal. No lifting, jumping, running--I understood this as I had such trouble just walking, sitting and standing. I’ve had to cancel track training days, motorcycle instruction --everything.
I’m able to walk now and since last Friday, carefully, drive my car so I am doing better.
It’s very difficult. The only way I’m able to cope is by avoidance—I evade thoughts of riding. Yes, it’s called living with the blinders on. The other coping method is denial, for I believe in 3 weeks the bone will have healed. I’ve been extra focused on enhanced diet, sleep, vitamins and mental power to ensure progressive healing.