I won't be racing the NYC triathlon this weekend. I don't think swimming in the Hudson is the best way for my wounds to heal but more importantly is my left hand isn't working well enough to grip the bars to ride safely.
I had my niece, Doctor Wannabe Caitlin (a 3rd year medical school intern-ish student) remove my stitches from my right hand Wednesday night under the guidance of my sister, a real life medical professional with a lot of initials after her name on her name tag (BS, RN, NP, PhD). My second niece DocWannabe Rachael (a going into second year medical school student) looked at my hands beforehand and said "Ewwwwwwww, that looks gross." I commented that she must have not taken the bedside manner course yet. Realize all of this is for my "good" hand.
With my "bad" hand, I have an appointment with a hand specialist on Monday. There are certain flexes that my hand cannot do, most notable is the ability to ride aerobars. My sister, the one with more initials after her name than me (but I still have a US Patent, so there) said that there was probably something broken in either my hand or wrist or a pinched nerve/tendon in there. She said in order to find out the real deal a MRI may be required but even so there may not be much they can do except give it time.
The road rash on my face has healed to the point where I was able to shave yesterday. I'm thinking that makes my wife happy. I've ordered a new helmet and found I needed new lenses in my Rudy Project cycling glasses as the lenses had road rash too. Writing that is a little frightening to me. I still haven't downloaded the file to see how fast I was going when I face planted. I may not ever.
Racing this week wouldn't be a good thing for me. Healing, in contrast, would be a good thing. I need a good thing.