...is what I'm really missing right now.
In another spectacular crash in the same section of the Don Valley trails I managed to plant the front wheel, 'endo' the bike, and bounce on my handlebars before being thrown over them and into the shrubbery. Similar landing as before, with the bike being another two-to-four feet down the slope.
I have bruised ribs. Well, I assume they're bruised by the symptoms. I don't think they can be broken because nothing in my rib cage moves when I press on it. So now I can't laugh, yawn, breathe in deeply, cough, blow my nose, move, or reach my hands over my head. Sneezing is fucking agony. Sitting down and getting up take 5-30 seconds each, as does getting in and out of bed. Anything that gets dropped on the floor, well, it's history. I'm typing pretty slowly too, though I am able to use my left hand as well. In fact I'm typing a lot faster than I'm actually moving right now.
Times like this make me remember I'm single - when you know there's no-one there when you get home. Nobody to dote, to nurse, to reassure, or even help me get into a comfortable sleeping position so I'm not screaming out loud as I try to wriggle myself comfortable. Nobody to tell me they love me despite the fact I feel like an invalid right now.
I'll type more when it hurts less. At least it gives me time to get the now S-shaped back wheel fixed while I can't think about riding anyway.
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