Remember last week? I had Saturday off? And Hubby and I were going to spend the day packing and cleaning? And we only made it til noon before spending the rest of the day on the deck with some wine and a fire? And I mentioned next time I would work the WHOLE day?
Well a big truck, a sharp turn, loose rocks and a bicycle ruined that idea.
Hubby and I were all excited about having another day off together. We had planned to spend it the same way. Lotsa work followed by an afternoon of play. I, as usual, wanted to start my day off with some exercise. Today, seemed a good day for a bike ride. I bundled up for the unusually chilly morning, and set off to enjoy the sunrise. It all came to an abrupt end five miles into it.
My upcoming left hand turn was blocked by a truck. I tried to wave him through, but there he sat. When I realized I was riding too fast for the sharp turn he was forcing me to make, it was too late. I hit the only brakes I have, the front ones, and proceeded to skid in the loose rocks. As I flew to the ground, the handle bar sucker punched me in the gut, and I knew then I was in trouble.
Now, normally when I fall, I get right back up and keep going, waiting until I get home to assess the damages. But this time, there was no getting up. I lay on the ground and tried to insist to the big burly guys in the truck that I was okay.
But I wasn’t okay. They offered to take me home, and I let them convince me. I somehow stumbled into the house, barely upright, and laid myself down on the couch.
Between the pain and the lightheadedness I managed to tell my hubby what happened. I didn’t know whether I wanted to sit, or lay, or curl up. My whole right side was killing me.
At one point I was afraid of going into shock. Even with my heater blowing directly on me I was shivering and shaking, causing me even more pain. Hubby bundled me with blankets, unsure of what to do.
Soon I settled down and tried to rest. A few hours later, I wondered if I should try to move my leg to keep my belly and my muscles from stiffening up. Bad idea.
I asked for a handful of Motrin and rested some more. As the day progressed, I was able to stand up, take baby steps and even shower.
This evening, my lower belly is still quite swollen, and although I can move a little easier, thoughts of internal damage flutter through my mind. It’s something I’ll be paying close attention to in the next couple of days.
As I watched Hubby and the kids doing all the work, I thought, I’m finally a Princess! Anytime someone came close, I barked out an order. Bring me water. Make me lunch. Help me to the bathroom.
But I’d give up all thoughts of being a princess to start this day over again. I’d head down to the elliptical where I’m less likely to fall off, and we could have enjoyed this day as much as we enjoyed the last one.
Hopefully there’ll be another Next Time.