A doctor told me expect 6 weeks of swelling before it recedes. Three weeks in. Every day I gain a tiny amount of knee bend and less pain. I have weaned myself off of Tylenol every 6 hours, now maybe when. Can’t say that Tylenol really knocked the edge off the pain but when that is my choice, swallow 2 and count down 6 hours till next dose.

Pain: knee is structurally sound but the hematoma swelling prohibits knee bending. What is most noticeable is moving to vertical when the blood flows by gravity pull. The initial seconds produces eye watering pain. I spend time with my leg elevated that locks the knee joint. Standing kp and straightening my leg is painful such that statis is preferred, I talk myself into not moving.

Monday the PT clinic called notifying me of an opening that afternoon. I was all over it. I drove back to Bend. Anticipation of pt was enhancing the reduction of the hematoma. The care giver focused on making knee function, putting muscles back to work. I worked  per her instructions. My knee functions, it’s the hematoma silly. I have another appointment tomorrow.

Also tomorrow is appointment with ortho regarding my shoulder. I have been working on accepting it is damaged beyond pt and tendon attachment. I will be informed afterwards and will create life changes.

I have been staying on my legal property enjoying early fall weather. Comfortable to sit outside in my chair soaking up waning sunshine. This morning temp was 27 degrees. Heater didn’t light towards morning, I felt the chill and corroborated reason by seeing the 1 flash red LED at the headboard. One flash indicates it didn’t light. I still don’t have a real handle on sequence of knob twisting. I went thru several iterations to clear the flash then told the heater to fire which it did, Squirmed further under covers while waiting for warmth. Again, heater hot air exhaust duct is underneath my bed which warms the “bedroom”, however up front in the breakfast nook chill from single pain window glass.

There seems to be an XM reception void at my land. I marked the house site that I would park inside like being inside. However, XM reception becomes broken. I move the van literally several feet outside the perimeter for clean signal.

Bike tires continue to hold air, prolly not ride pressure.

About 7 miles from my play to downtown La Pine. Rural driving till outskirts of town. 2 stop signs and a light then town. 35 to 45 mph speed limit. Dunno if a rush hour exists. My route keeps off busy US 97.

Laundry day today at La Pine laundromat now owned by same people that own laundromat in Bend. New owners removed religious tracts.

I accepted that my first ride is way out in the future so I emptied the hydration bladder. The Source bladder does not distaste the water meaning that before start of ride I just top off the tank. Nothing growing on the walls.

Back to land.

In just a few minutes 2 whole weeks have passed since my bobble crash. Back when I was enjoying body parts working. A microsecond change in tread traction launched me over the bar and on this chapter of my life. Working on a solution, short term, as recovery will occur and I will be back riding. That date will be revealed prolly when I can cycle my knee thru a pedal stroke.

I’m 25 miles from Newport Market, my go to grocery store in Bend. Maybe 1/2 mile dirt road the 2 lane blacktop to US 97 N to Bend, outskirt is first requirement to stop.

La Pine is a wide spot on major N / S highway landlocked by federal lands. Houses built up on maybe 1 acre patches. No home owners covenants. Places are peoples solution to their living needs. Post cards could be made from “white trash”. certainly no $300,000 mansions. This is dry pumice desert treed by P-Pine and lodgepole. 4,200′ elevation. A Ray’s grocery store. There is at least one dispensary. Starbucks is in process of locating a presence as there is not even an independent coffee shop. La Pine is last city going S to Klamath Falls 2 hours away. Spread low density population in the hinterlands. Time at the grocery store tells of population.

My land is 7 miles from town. I’m on the western edge of no Federal land. My road is dirt, not really gravel, just rolled firm pumice that sends dust clouds after the few rigs that go by. I sited my future house inside a 30′ perimeter defined by white PVC pipe. I’m parked just outside that boundary. Learned there is an XM hole measured by feet to where I am parked. My house is about 30 degrees off true north  not matching all the houses on the road and prolly elsewhere where houses are orientated for full length face the road out front. My alignment blocks sight lines into my house.

Tomorrow I attend to my long put off meeting with a contractor to analyze and cost out my house.

Just sucking up van living here. Drive to Bend for medical treatment.

Knee pain is lessening such that I can sleep all night. I slide out off my bed leading with my right leg which at horizontal sends little pain signals to vert and weight placed on it then does the intense white flash pain set in. Every day the duration of that pain diminishes. I am noticing walking improvement, really a hobble. Still wrapped from toes to upper groin. My foot rests on my 3 legged stool whenever I can as now typing this. I sit skewed to edge of table as that’s how the stool fits. It still hurts.

Yesterday I drove to Bend to PT appointment for right shoulder. Joy is letting google maps navigate as I learned a new way to get to east side of town from the south. Dave, PT, has history with my shoulder, evaluated it reporting it is no more damaged and maybe more movement and strength since last. I still can not lift a pint to my lips so gain is relative. He advised considering a reverse shoulder replacement to avoid a possible complete shoulder blow out should I land on it. I made that appointment for next week. After each get off I go thru range of motion of arm to learn how happy it is. This last fall shoulder worked but hurt from the logs stopping me on said shoulder.

I have decided to stay here to recuperate.

This morning temp was 31 degrees. IO was snug as a bug under my single layer summer down blanket. Heater was running sending warm air underneath the bed. Time to get up. Swing the right leg down then wait for pain to roll over then become tolerable. Set about converting bedroom into kitchen: make my bed then hoist the Murphy bed upright pulling on rope pulley system lars made back in 2015 before last shoulder surgery. Breakfast menu is a cup of cold brewed coffee, 2 pieces of gluten free bread toast with butter and local honey, and a steaming bowl of Bob’s Red Mill Scottish oatmeal cooked with handful of frozen blueberries finished off with ground walnuts and dollop of maple syrup. Filling and healthy. Van chilled. I anticipated the heater firing up. I watched the control panel finally seeing 1 flash which indicates ignition failure. WTF? I cleared the code then restarted ignition. I started to do dishes that needed heated water from the stove. I opened the fuel knob to light stove: nadda. I ran out of propane. AT least I was able to eat cooked breakfast. Converted living van to driving van the drove off to nearest propane supply about 5 miles away. Took 5.6 gals which is bone dry. Drove back to anchor, fired up the stove and heater then finished dishes. Then this.

EKG pick ups are numerous and placed on my hairy chest, each backed with adhesive, leads are connected to the monitor, monitor runs recording heart electrical impulses. Digital data records heart performance. Approach is to learn of said organ. Avoidance is the depilation pain.

I know  what’s coming, Data has been recorded, leads removed, and there are all these stuck pick ups on my  chest hairs. The adhesive is well stuck to hairs. Shit, this is going to hurt. Some I was able to wiggle free, others I slipped scissors between the stretched hair and the pickup,.

That’s in ER where fussing is overcome by need for immediate results. This year I prolly have undergone the above 10 times. Something twisted in my mind is are the women sticking the pickups up to something? Would take data gathering to see.

So, a week ago I became a room and boarding patient at ST Charles. I was determined to be healed to be released a week ago Sat. I was told of complication symptoms and should any occur better scurry for medical eval. Friday, while weld repair to the box carrier was completed. While waiting I felt  lightheaded and weak, 2 symptoms. Plus I discovered a huge spread out bruise on the back of my thigh extending to my groin. Anxiety coursed my nerves. I called hot line and explained symptoms. Person on other end said she could not diagnosis over the phone but that I should let the ER sort my condition. Maybe later after  I had my third scheduled PT appointment, the previous 2 were cancelled because of my knee issue This PT is for my right shoulder that’s taken a turn for not being happy. I made the PT clinic 15 min early still feeling same. Sense of urgency is growing. I was given permission by staff to relocate to ER. I so need my shoulder worked on.

Drove to ER entrance, parked right out front door, and turned myself in. Short wait until I was wheelchaired to an exam room. I was swarmed by techs per defined roles. EKG pickups applied by a guy. My thought was he was a sadist, maybe jealous because I lacked manly chest hair. What thoughts. EKG fine. Then the blood takers. First one turns out to be a mountain biker and is friends with the nurse who worked on me last time. She was tasked with insert an IV needle in a vein. Left arm was chosen. A poke responds with a tight grimace. First one blew, as did second. She called for another nurse who has his reputation. He needed a second go. Blood was drawn and sent of for analysis. My turn for CT scan came and I was pushed in my bed thru the hallways. Driver said he helped me previous. Into CT. This time I was able to slide myself onto the platen, not the board. Contrast was injected thru the IV needle. Pushed back to room. Results back: EKG OK, Blood work showed hematocrits in line and no indication of heart damage, CT reveled no bleeding. My symptoms were not the cause of what had been determined. I was reassured that I was not bleeding. The knee swelling really has hardly decreased.

Thursday night the heater was turned on to respond to thermostat command. I woke chilled. I noticed red LEDs were flashing from the control panel and the heater was not working. Count of sequence of 4 to indicate problem. Made up statistic is 98% of previous failures were ignition lite failure that I am still learning clear code to do. 4: clear exhaust and intake pipes of blockage. Means slithering under the van for that cure. I wanted a paved surface rather than pumy dirt. While at the weld shop, next door is the garage that installed the regulator and earlier this heater, I asked permission to come by later to use their compressed air. Drove off for above experience. I called the shop from the hospital, still open. Pulled up. A pleasant and helpful wrench greeted me. I explained my intended tasks. He lifted rear of van, I rolled under on a crawler, then removed the 2 hoses and shook out: all but clean. The exhaust pipe had a tear right at heater port that might have interfered with back pressure. Helpful wrench cut hose back and reinstalled. I put the fuse back in to energize the heater. 4 flashes. We might have solved the cause of the lights but not the resolution. I twisted the control knobs how I thought would clear code, still flashing. Late Fri afternoon. I called Seattle shop where I bought it for info. Voice Mail. Next was a CO shop: Closed 4 mins before normal quitting time. No help till maybe Tues.

That night I fired up the catalytic infrared heater I anticipated igniting. It did. Its temperature control is high, med, or low with no feedback. I switched to low for nighttime which too warm. I couldn’t sleep. Finally I gave in to getting out of bred and googling the problem. Understand that excruciating pain was sent from my right leg during sanding up. Again, Approach Avoidance. I wanted to learn in spite of the pain to be incurred. I found a solution which required going outside the van to get at the fuse socket under the passenger’s seat, and drizzle was falling. Wait till daylight. I installed the fuse, 4 flashes. The clearing method is sequential twisting of the control knob within a time fence. Second try I cleared the flashes. I then switched on turn on sequence: Heat. Back to a more enjoyable heat.

Last night with the heater turned on and I was comfy I slept very well, the best least pain free night in 11 days. there is a sound sequence dung heater start. First is blower with it’s motor noise. Then a piezo spark to ignite the plumbed in propane. A whoosh sound indicates ignition and a green LED turns on on the control panel which is installed on the headboard. Sometimes the first spark doesn’t ignite that starts a system generated restart. I wait with fingers crossed for ignition. With new regulator success has been high on restart. When backup attempt fails the heater turns off the blower and pulses 1 red LED. Solution is proper turning sequence and time of control knob to clear code then switch to turn on.

While in bed this morning I put off getting up until the heater turned on. I heard the start sequence. First spark caught turning the LED green lasting a few seconds then turned off. Ignition failed as did back up. I sent the proper code that cleared fault then switched on, this time it caught as has every time needed so far today. The short of this heater is not high degree of confidence that it will fire every time.

I moved my anchorage to my owned 1 acre plot north of La Pine. Almost early fall coming on. Sitting inside van buttoned up against chill of 65 degrees. My right leg is resting on a stool.  So far today the pain is lessened.

Each of us have their own trials and tribulations. To me it is how we deal with and recover. I create my own solution. Mountain biking the States has been my solution. My knee injury has caused a reimaging of my solution as biking is many many days away. I can only walk short distances. My sister’s itinerary puts her in Victor, ID which is closer than Bozeman, MT. So far with the lack of reduction in swelling I will leave here then drive directly there. After that I haven’t figured as life is determined by knee healing. Summer’s gone and winter’s coming on.