What an awesome morning
I woke up this morning to go to my Fluid Mechanics exam. On the way there I was launched over the handlebars of my bike where I likely broke my shoulder and cheekbone.
Basically after flying through the air I landed face first. My glasses dragged across my face and went flying, and dizzied I stood up, grabbed my bike and went to the sidewalk where I laid face down. Some nice man grabbed my glasses out of the road and I sort of bent them back into shape and I'm wearing them now. A few people asked if I was ok and if I needed a ride to the hospital. I thanked them and said no.
A nice woman sat down on the curb next to me and told me she rode a motorcycle and it sucks going down. She sat with me until I stopped shaking and to whoever she was I can't say thank you enough. When I went down I remember hearing myself say "Oh fuck" and then hearing the high note your skull makes when it hits something like ice or asphalt. My first thought was that I could still see, and that my legs worked.
I went to the doctor's office and got tons of X-Rays, including ones of my face. The doctor seems to think I fractured my cheekbone and I'll be horribly disfigured for life. He mentioned the fact that plastic surgeons are really good nowadays to comfort me, before telling me I'm underweight and that a mole I have might be cancer. Thanks doc.
Now I'm home, my nerves are settled and my shoulder is fucking killing me. That can only mean one thing: time to go to work.
Basically after flying through the air I landed face first. My glasses dragged across my face and went flying, and dizzied I stood up, grabbed my bike and went to the sidewalk where I laid face down. Some nice man grabbed my glasses out of the road and I sort of bent them back into shape and I'm wearing them now. A few people asked if I was ok and if I needed a ride to the hospital. I thanked them and said no.
A nice woman sat down on the curb next to me and told me she rode a motorcycle and it sucks going down. She sat with me until I stopped shaking and to whoever she was I can't say thank you enough. When I went down I remember hearing myself say "Oh fuck" and then hearing the high note your skull makes when it hits something like ice or asphalt. My first thought was that I could still see, and that my legs worked.
I went to the doctor's office and got tons of X-Rays, including ones of my face. The doctor seems to think I fractured my cheekbone and I'll be horribly disfigured for life. He mentioned the fact that plastic surgeons are really good nowadays to comfort me, before telling me I'm underweight and that a mole I have might be cancer. Thanks doc.
Now I'm home, my nerves are settled and my shoulder is fucking killing me. That can only mean one thing: time to go to work.