The Shoulder

Over two weeks since the shoulder pain began in earnest, and I continue to linger in NYC. I got in to see a sports med doctor last Tuesday, and he opined that I have rotator cuff tendonitis. As it goes with doctors, a lot of information was hurled at me, and it’s still not clear if the tendonitis is related to the bone spur, or if they’re independent phenomena. Either way, he said that if I continue to take the ibuprofen for another couple of weeks and do some shoulder-strengthening exercises, I should be able to continue the ride right away. I let myself heal for a couple more days and then took a succession of test rides this weekend (around Prospect Park, into Manhattan and around Central Park, and then out to Coney Island), and so far I’m feeling okay. The plan then, now, is to get back to the ride, which will mean carting my things back up to Boston where I left off and go from there. This will happen soon, but not right away, since the city has a way of entrapping me in its sticky little tentacles. In the meantime, I’d like to catch up on my postings. In a more perfect universe, I’d have used my free time here to do more of that, but emotions are slippery things, and I’ve been more happily distracted by museum outings, visits with friends, and general pensive meanderings in the park. (I’ve also been reading Moby Dick, which is one of the weirdest books I’ve ever read, in a good way. I expected this serious, weighty tome, but it’s surprisingly strange and funny and full of flouncy, fruity prose. Digging it.) My apologies for the lapses.