all broken

[ritaxis]

So I finally rode home my rummage sale bike today. Well, I got more than halfway home anyway. I hadn't been on a bike in a long time, but I remembered my strategy for making it down the steep Laurel Street hill and I tried to apply it, but I couldn't control the bike or slow it down so I tried to ditch on a piece of grass but I missed the grass and got the corner of the curb right in the middle of my nose so I have a big hole there now that I think will leave an ugly scar. I also have scrapes and bruises all over my face and on my hands. And I broke my glasses -- both lenses and they're expensive, being progressives and in glass -- and the bike is somewhat bent. And I bled all over my second-favorite shirt which is salt-and-pepper color with black dragonflies woven into it. I was only three blocks from home but I passed about six people on the way who didn't ask the shaky little old lady with blood all over her face if she was okay. I would have said yes, because I kind of was, but it would have been nice if they had asked, just in case.

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[janetmk.livejournal.com]

Ouch! So sorry to hear about your accident. I hope you're not feeling too achy today.

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

I'm considerably worse today than yesterday, but the good thing is that my face does not look as deeply wounded as I thought. I'm going to see the doctor monday, I think, instead of driving up to the Bay Area to see my high school boyfriend (not the Hare Krishna one, the Labor Zionist Youth one -- you know what I'm talking about, Ken)for about an hour. Anyway I've got three other commitments that day: band momying, helping my friend with her computer, being around to tell my kids I'm glad they're around and have gotten another year older even if it means I have too. Frank is the age I was when he was born. Talk about scary.