This post is where we get into the other part of this story, my living with MS. Last night while doing some yard work I fell, and in catching myself to break the fall, I thought I broke my hand. The pain was intense, and I had a flashback, to when I broke my shoulder and arm five years ago. I lied on the ground where I landed, and slowly began moving my hand. I could tell then it wasn't broken, but when I bent the fingers all the way back when I hit the ground, the muscles were stretched further than they were suppose to go,
I took ibuprofen every four hours afterwards, hoping I would still be able to ride today, but the pain is still there anytime there is even a slight movement of my hand. These are the times I hate having MS the most, but I have to accept the cards I was dealt and hope that by Monday I will be back in the saddle.
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