My Lovely Morning12 July 2007
Here’s how my day has gone:
Making my way casually to work, tooling down sleepy little Berteau Avenue on my velocipede.
Until.
Door of a parked car flies open, clips my shin…
wobblewobble. crash.
Ow. Rolling over, my right shoulder makes a pronounced ‘popping back into place’ motion and sound, but apparently my (yes, unhelmeted, shut up) head is uncrushed.
Yell some obscenities. Point out to not-looking-door-opening-guy that he opened his door into me and now I have crashed. Also more obscenity.
Drag myself out of the middle of the street. Shoulder hurts, yes indeed. Note the now non-functional shape my front wheel as not-looking-door-opening-guy gets my bike out of the street as well. Note bleeding fingers (yay for biking gloves). Lay down in the grass and think that this is not a good way to start a day. Also shoulder hurts.
Explain to not-looking-door-opening-guy that I don’t need an ambulance. Explain that he should really give me $100 for my front wheel and we can call it even. Not-looking-door-opening-guy is not convinced that this is his fault. I’m not a legal scholar, but I’m pretty fucking sure it isn’t mine so by process of elimination… so fine then we call 311 and wait for cops.
Find out that not-looking-door-opening-guy is a fey, little middle aged man named Butch (seriously) who for some reason carries two identical cellphones.
Sit waiting for cops. Note lack of comfortable way for my shoulder to hang. Butch explains that he “always” looks when opening his door. Yes, well…
Cop shows up. Takes IDs, insurance information, bike serial number, writes things. Gives us copies of report. Offers me an ambulance. I decline again.
Walk bike rest of the way to work. Explain my morning to Co-worker Ashley. Make emergency doctors appointment. Take ibuprofen. Grump.
Get ride from Co-worker Ashley to doctor. Nothing is dislocated currently. Probably partially dislocated and popped back in on its own. No x-rays, no good drugs. Just ice and ibuprofen. $30 copay for this? Anticlimax.
Head downtown to Apple Store to replace iPhone headphones which were the morning’s only fatality. (I already have at least two people on me about riding with the headphones and you will just have to get in line. Sorry.)
Moral of the Story: Life can try to fuck you up at any possible turn, and you should wear a helmet when you’re biking. Unless you’re me, in which case never leave home without your completely retarded luck. Because as I was toppling off my bike, the gym bag full of Aikido stuff I had on my back managed to swing around in front of me and the bag landed right where my face was going. So instead of a face full of pavement and a smashed orbital or god knows what all, I have a sore shoulder and a couple three days off Aikido. Yay for retarded luck.
I still have to figure out how to get Butch to pay for the goddamn bike repairs he owes me tho.
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Cinnamon
12 July 2007, 23:08 #
Ahem! ‘nuff said.
Glad you weren’t hurt too badly and you’re able to get back to everything you enjoy, even if it is a couple day vacation you have to take. Good luck getting Butch to pay up.