Mrs. T (Barb) and I went for a hike today on a state bike trail to look for the culprit. We found it and therein lay the tale. I’d better go back to the beginning. About a month ago, let’s say mid-July, I took off alone, camera in my pocket and binoculars around my neck for a bike ride. It had been cold, wet and miserable for weeks but on this particular day the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the prairie was covered with wildflowers in all directions. In a word… it was glorious. Take a look, all in the way of explaining my euphoric mood on that particular day.
I had biked about 15 miles so far that day and was heading back to the little town of LeRoy where my truck was parked. There was, perhaps, another four or five to go when I was so enthralled I think I literally forgot I was on a bike. That’s when the culprit we found today jumped up and got me. It was a small crease and crack in the asphalt trail. To a biker who was paying attention it wouldn’t have bothered at all. To me, who wasn’t paying attention and daydreaming, it found me losing control and pitching over. I managed enough to fall off the asphalt trail and into the tall Big Blue Stemgrass, which I hoped would provide a slightly softer landing. It all happened so quickly. What took maybe ten minutes was my effort to get up. Two jammed shoulders and some very painful ribs didn’t help a bit. Finally able to get up with both legs functioning I made it back to town.
After a visit to the clinic where x-rays showed nothing broken, time and a little therapy got the sore shoulder, ribs and stiff neck working again….. Except that wasn’t the worst of it. One doctor a week later determined I had landed in a bed something which caused lots of itching. As that apparent problem mushroomed into welts, bumps, a spreading rash, according to another doctor it was all due to chiggers or some unknown mites requiring antibiotics and some high powered salve. It’s now been a month since this all started. Today with our walk we have officially declared “light at the end of the tunnel day.” With that I informed Mrs. T. I would no longer whine, complain nor surreptitiously scratch anything.