I feel like a broken little baby bird… It’s summer time so I ride my bike everywhere, and sometimes I ride really early in the morning, and unfortunately some of the drunks are still around from the night before wandering around like zombies that you can’t legally kill. So I left for work and this drunk douchebag was relieving himself in the street. When I rode past him, I tried my best to not acknowledge him but he kicked his back foot out right into my back tire and made me crash my bike.
I’m lucky about a couple things, I was wearing a helmet which got totally scratched up, but I’d probably be in the morgue right now if I wasn’t wearing my cute, pink bicycle helmet. I’m a lucky girl, because the guy realized what he did and ran away the second I crashed, I was basically incapacitated for a couple minutes and dude could have added insult to injury by stealing my bike or worse. Stuff like that happens where I live every once in a while but this was just a stupid drunk, as opposed to a rapist or thief. I’m also lucky that my bike is fine, I got a lot more banged up than it did. All in all, I came out with a broken wrist (not fractured and not sprained, broken), and quite a bit of road rash and further distrust for my fellow man… I got a super cute pink cast though J
I’ve been using a voice recognition program that actually works pretty good. If you say “smiley face” it makes a little 🙂 but even better, when you say “frowny face” It makes a 😦 , I didn’t even think frowny was a word, Microsoft Word and blogger don’t think it’s a word. So, if you get an e-mail from me or read a post that has kind of weird verbiage, it’s the program. I try my best to edit but sometimes it comes out with weird Engrish that I don’t notice.
Once the road rash clears up a little bit I’ll take some pictures of me in the UnderJams, I promise! To be honest. I’ve always felt really creepy about it, but I like the pictures on websites like CareFet. I guess it’s just a bit of a medical fetish, I’m not talking about getting casted for thrills, but if I was incapacitated somehow and had to wear diapers, that’s kind of some weird little fantasy. It’s no fun if you actually have broken bones so the concept is a little too far-fetched for me.
I’m going to go get some delicious comfort food (one of those giant frozen lasagna’s) and I just wanted to say if you haven’t seen me around for awhile, I apologize, but this little birdie needs to tend to her wounds.