As the weeks tick by, I have my fingers crossed that the next one is going to be the one where everything just clicks and I can ride my bike pain free. After months of more scans, doctor and physio visits, jabs and prods, clinics and waiting rooms, I find myself sitting on my couch in my little apartment in southern France hoping my determination to solve this frustrating problem will pay off soon rather than later.
After being diagnosed with a disc protrusion in my lower back last year that was said to be causing the problems in my left leg, I went about doing everything I could to fix it. Initially it did seem like we were onto something, though after another heavy knock to the body in Down Under it seemed like I was back to square one. Further investigation started and we had to start looking deeper this time.
The next diagnosis came to be an entrapment of the pudendal nerve, a branch of the sciatic. So it was back into the doctors hands and under the scanner to try and hit the spot. Though this diagnosis wasn't 100% sure it has become a question of eliminating possibilities.
Along with a change of position on the bike, some deep stretching and whole lot of exercises I hope we are now on the right track. It is still too early to say whether or not we have hit the spot.
I also had a brief return to the peloton a couple of week ago, and brief it was. With the team struggling for numbers I lined up at Gent Wevelgem, between doctor visits in Paris. So I signed on and signed off shortly after as the peloton split into pieces within kilometers, so I packed into the bus and took the dry road home.
Next time I hope to be back for good!