So I went for a bike ride yesterday morning and got whacked by a car. She hit me with her left front fender, I think, not sure, but it was LOUD. I spun up in the air, came down on my back on the ground, possibly hitting the car again on the way down. I hit my head pretty hard on something, or somethings, but I was wearing my helmet and it cracked instead of me.
I didn’t get knocked out, but felt pretty bad lying there on the ground. I did an inventory and all my parts were still there, and nothing felt broken, but I was having trouble breathing so when somebody ran up I asked them to call 911 and tried not to move. Ambulance came, EMTs checked me out, and by that time I was starting to feel a little better and thought maybe I could shake it off and just call home for a ride. Then I tried to sit up and an invisible angry dwarf with a knife stabbed me in the back. So I enjoyed a relaxing scream and lay back down, carefully, and they put me on the backboard with the neck brace and put me in the ambulance and I stared at a series of changing ceilings until I got the emergency room at a nearby hospital.
They did Xrays and MRIs and everything was negative — no broken bones, no internal injuries — but every time I tried to move at all the angry dwarf stabbed me again, so I was admitted to the hospital here. I’ve been on morphine and other fun drugs all night, and have mostly slept. This morning I felt a little better… the invisible dwarf is just phoning it in. Sure, he’ll stab me, that’s his job, he’s happy to have the work, but his heart is no longer in it. I’m told that this is just a bad contusion, a deep bruise, etc, and yes, it does hurt that much, and it does get better.
The doctor– a gentlemanly older trauma surgeon who enjoys illustrating how lucky I am by telling me about other, much more gruesome/fatal accidents he’s dealt with — says that we’ll see how I’m doing this PM, and either they’ll let me go home or stay here for another day. At any rate, the news is that I’ll be fine, but in pain for a while, and that I am indeed very lucky.
Haven’t seen the bike yet… the local police have it, and I’ll go pick it up when I get out of here.
Thanks to all of you who have written with kind and encouraging and concerned notes on Twitter and Facebook. I feel lucky to know that so many people wish me well.