So - yesterday on a ride, Jim rode through an intersection, and his back tire went flat. He pulled over to a sidewalk and lifted his bike up onto it. The right foot went up on the sidewalk, the left foot followed. Unfortunately, it was about an inch too short. With the slick bottom of the bike shoe helping, his foot slipped off, hyper-extended, and ruptured the Achilles. Truly an aw shit moment.
While waiting in the ER yesterday, we got on the phone and called the Tucson Orthopedic Institute and made an appointment; we were seen this morning. They squeezed his calf muscle to see if the foot would flex. It didn't. Tomorrow we report at 7:30 am for surgery. They book 75 minutes for the procedure. Then there are months of boots and casts while it heals. This will suck so much.
Today's key learning was that a large purse is needed when tending to someone on crutches. All of his stuff ends up in the purse, along with water bottles, snacks, books and etc. I resurrected my giant bag from when I used to work, so that tomorrow I can keep it all contained. My tiny retirement purse is just not getting it done.
Here is Jim, icing and elevating.
We're going to make every effort to stay in the RV. We've talked about a furnished short term rental, but getting enough stuff packed up and moved into a rental seems equally as difficult as showering with a cast in the RV. We'll see how it goes.