The story of a medical mirage
For folks who like spirited riding
on snazzy sport-touring motorcycles, there are Mecca-like roads – a few of them
– scattered throughout the world.
In California one might be State Route 36 from Red Bluff to the
coast. In Wyoming and Montana,
folks will consider Beartooth Pass.
There’s the Tail of the Dragon back east.
But the granddaddy of ‘em all is found in the Italian Alps:
Stelvio Pass. Rising 6,138 feet
through 75 hairpin turns, the British automotive show Top Gear pegs it as “the greatest driving road in the world.”
It may or may not remain unchecked on my bucket list.
The summer of 2015 has found me
taking a forced hiatus from riding due to a condition called Dupuytren’s Contracture.
In older men of northern European
extraction (I have to cop to at least two of these three characteristics), oft
times the fascia which overlays and protects the tendons which allow the
fingers to flex and/or straighten, shrinks up – contracts – disallowing the tendons to do their job. In my case, the crook in my right
pinkie made it impossible to put on riding gloves. ATGATT: No Gloves = No Ride.
Repair for this malady involves removal of a section of the
uncooperative fascia.
A very worthy surgeon at my local Kaiser undertook this
operation. When I awoke from
anesthesia, my throttle hand was casted and wrapped. It would remain so for two weeks. I guess I can go
without riding for two weeks, I thought to myself.
Those fourteen days dragged by and when the wraps came off,
it turns out that my expectations had been a little vigorous. It would be at least another two (more
than likely four) weeks until my palm fully knitted and I could competently and
safely operate a motorcycle.
To add a tiny bit of insult to this injury, it seems the
incision necessary for removing the fascia has to be of a zigzag design so as
to protect the route of the still working tendon. I’ve been told to remove the dressing daily to inspect and
clean the thing, which I do. On
one of these routine inspections, it struck me: My surgeon had carved a map of that glorious Italian road
right into the palm of my hand!
Thanks Doc! When I do get over there, I’ll not need
GPS to find my way across Stelvio Pass.
But I will have to slip off those gloves.
© 2015
Church of the Open Road Press
Years ago, while building a piece of playground equipment on the elementary school campus where I served as principal, a beam I was holding slipped resulting in a torn rotator cuff requiring surgery to repair. The doc did a good job, I suppose, but every time a storm was about to blow in, my shoulder stiffened up, many times to the point where it was nearly immobile. Two decades later, I touched the front brake on my R1100R while on a section of pavement covered lightly with sand. Down I went, breaking the same shoulder's clavicle in the process. Once the thing knitted back together, the occasional pain and stiffness never recurred. Go figure. (Not recommending a motorcycle crash for your spouse, but it's my story and I'm afraid I have to stick to it.)
ReplyDeleteYikes. Sure hope that recovery isn't too long. I am wondering if a Stelvio pattern might heal better than a super slab incision might have.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, but I'm thinking that the course of my incision speaks to why we refer to the practice of medicine as an art rather than a science... :)
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