Another Disaster With My Bike

Thursday what a day. All I can say is it started out as usual, well as usual as it could get without my car. I got on my bike with my purse on one handlebar and my bag of items: books, an umbrella in case it rains, food and water on the other handlebar and I left for work. I was leaving a little earlier because I wrote my blog entry up the night before and I wanted to post it before work started in the morning.

I was excited; I had a lot on my mind and wasn’t watching what I was doing. The sidewalk was bumpy with cracks and holes so I was preparing to ride those bumps by lifting myself up out of my seat just a little bit using my legs.

There was a spot in the sidewalk right next to a house and a small restaurant, that dips and both edges on either side sticking out. Well I was riding my bike across that dip and for some reason; the bike stopped completely on one of the edges and I took a flying leap directly over the bike and right into the sidewalk, face first, with the bike and my stuff hitting me along the way. (Isn’t it fun.)

It was such a shock. First the bike completely stopped by that edge sticking out, then the amount of blood coming out of my nose. I thought I might have broken it there was so much blood. First thing I did was open my purse looking for tissues to stop the bleeding. I couldn’t find any, I was panicking and in the mean time, blood was dripping on my blouse, pants, sidewalk, purse, hands, everywhere. I finally found some way in the corner and put it on my nose.

Then I notice in my perpherial vision a letter carrier vehicle stopped next to me, a man jumped out and ask if I was okay. I told him “yes.” Then he asked me if I needed an ambulance. I told him “yes” again. Grabbing his phone, I heard him tell the dispatch what I look like. I had to smile, he said I was about 40 yrs old. (Actually I’m 10 yrs older.)  "I saw the whole thing." He explained.    

Later I learned he happens to be the office postman. I saw him later that day and we talked.  Once again he asked if I was alright.  (What a small world.)

I wasn’t sure I needed that ambulance I just knew I needed help. Then another man who works at the small restaurant came to see about me. He helped get the bike off me and give the postman directions for the ambulance, both waiting with me until it came.

The paramedics on arrival, one male and one female asked if I was okay. “Yes.” I said. They asked if my nose was broken. Then the female put two fingers one on each side of the bridge of my nose and checked. “No the nose isn’t broken.” She stated. (At that point if it was broken I sure I would have screamed.)

I felt pain under my left eye, my left leg where the bike fell on me hurt, and my nose hurt. The man from the restaurant and the female paramedic helped me get up. Then the paramedics took me into the cab of the ambulance and checked my vitals and got some information from me. This is where the man from the restaurant asked if he should put my bike inside so nothing happens to it. I told him please.
(That was a very nice thing for him to offer.)

The male paramedic said I was going to have some aches and pains over the next few days but the eye was going to be black and blue for a while. (The color as of today is purple.) The female paramedic gave me wipes to clean off the blood. Their tone was light and friendly, they were very attentive.

“How much is this going to cost me?” I asked curious. The male said, “This isn’t going to cost anything. It’s the ride to the hospital that cost.”

“Wow.” I said surprised. They let me go with instructions from the doctor at the hospital from the phone to take ibuprofen for the pain and ice packs on my eye.

“Okay, thank you.” I told them and I left.

I was reluctant to get back on the bike to finish my way to work but I had no choice really. The ride was safe enough. I was glad to be at work and sitting behind my desk.

First thing I did once I reached the office was wash my clothing of blood. I had splashes of wet all over me, but I didn’t care. I think I was too shocked to care. Anyway I then went across the street at a local dive and got some ice. Then went two blocks down to the local corner store and got some ibuprofen. Both times I had to explain why I had scratches on my face. I recounted what happened, everyone was patient and listened and put the appropriate ohh’s and ahhh’s. I didn’t mind retelling my story but in truth I wanted to sleep.

I stayed the entire day at work. Taking the ibuprofen and ice on my eye and aches and pains all over me, I’m not sure how I managed it. I did go to sleep early last night though.

Today I am very sore and my eye is swollen. I walked because the bike was acting weird. I’m still very tired.

I realize the importance of a bike helmet an arm and knee braces, also to put your stuff in a backpack or on the back of the bike instead of the handlebars. (I really didn’t want to kill myself in order to learn this!) I should be okay in a few days, but boy do I want my car back.

My boss upon learning I had the accident that morning gave me a ride home. Her and her husband piled my bike in the back of their van and drove me home. I am lucky to have a great boss like that.

Thinking back and writing about the accident and the whole situation I feel very blessed. It could have gone in a totally different direction and with a lot more disaster. From the immediate help I received from stranger who where willing to stop, and the very friendly and caring ambulance crew. I am grateful to all.

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Disaster Strikes over the weekend. Well at least for me.

Over the weekend my car just stopped. I was far away in a mall going to get my haircut. The car just stopped right in the middle of the parking lot. People were behind me and honking. I was beside myself with stress. Of course everyone just drove by and looked at me. I swallowed hard and wondered what to do. I opened my door and stepped outside one leg still in the car to let someone know I needed help. After about 5 minutes two men, bless their hearts they helped me move the car into a parking space. They also asked if I needed to call someone. I told them I have roadside assistance and not to worry.

I thought I would get my hair done since I was there and then call roadside assistance and I can wait in the shade for them to tow me back to the mechanic.

Only to find out I no longer have roadside assistance. After shock and calling my mom and talking to my brother, reluctantly I called a tow truck and forked out $100. I had taken money out of the bank that morning to pay on bills and for my rent. I think I’m going to be sick. (I portion out my rent with each paycheck.)

The disaster is I live paycheck to paycheck. I was hoping this wouldn’t happen because I have to move in a less than two months and I really feel I might end up homeless again. This week I wasn’t going to be able to afford groceries, money was/is that tight. Now I’m here at work with very little to eat and nothing but garbage food. This will play well with my heath and weight issues not to mention the stress involved. It’s a good thing I live very close to my work, and can walk there. (I have to make some hard choices I see.)

After a few days of brooding and feeling sorry for myself, I have tried to figure out what I can do. So my first task is to talk to the new landlord at the new place and explain what happened and how things might end up. At least I will have given her a choice as to what to do.

Next, I have to adjust my budget. I am on a program with one of my utilities company called PIP. It’s where I pay a certain amount each month all year long. During the winter months the Gas amount can go into the hundreds. But if I pay the monthly amount each month on the date it is due, I an in good standing and at the end of the year the full amount will have been paid. It’s a good program.

At the moment I am caught up and all the money will go as a credit toward the next winter season. So I will just have to stop the program and start it up again in a few months, at least I will try to. I going to call and see first before I do. I don’t want any problems with them.

Good News. I just called my new landlord and she said not to worry about it, she will work it out with me. And she said she can help with getting my car fixed, she knows a guy who will do it for very little.

I just called the Gas Co. I am all caught up and they are taking me off the program for now. I just have to reapply again later. So that is a bill I don’t have to pay.

All of this is a start, but I am scared, but feel a little better.

By the way my date on Saturday went very nicely. He took me to see the movie Robin Hood with Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett. I was very good and then we went to a coffee shop and talked. He is a nice man, we had a good time. At least I did. I can’t say for him.

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