Yesterday was my accident anniversary. I hadn't realized it until I got to my desk and saw the date. It really threw me; I couldn't move for like ten minutes.
Backstory: Last year I was riding my bike on the west side highway in NY, when a cab PULLED OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I hit the brakes hard, but it was too late, and I went over the handlebars. I remember every detail of it, the cab hauling ass out of there, not being able to move my fingers, making a conscious effort to move my toes, then my legs and back...thank God that I wore the helmet that day...the excruciating ride in the ambulance to St. Vincent's, trying to get someone to call my parents, finding out that I broke BOTH of my arms, finding out I needed surgery on both of my arms, realizing that, on top of everything else, my summer was totally fucked, finally seeing my Dad....
Backstory: Last year I was riding my bike on the west side highway in NY, when a cab PULLED OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I hit the brakes hard, but it was too late, and I went over the handlebars. I remember every detail of it, the cab hauling ass out of there, not being able to move my fingers, making a conscious effort to move my toes, then my legs and back...thank God that I wore the helmet that day...the excruciating ride in the ambulance to St. Vincent's, trying to get someone to call my parents, finding out that I broke BOTH of my arms, finding out I needed surgery on both of my arms, realizing that, on top of everything else, my summer was totally fucked, finally seeing my Dad....
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