Four years ago today, I took a little tumble off of my bicycle and my health has not been the same since. (More about that in an upcoming post…)
I was on the last half mile of a wonderful 25 mile ride along the Boise Greenbelt. I was staying at Melissa’s house while she was in Seattle visiting Richie. Rich was in Fallon visiting his dad.
I had just lost 40 pounds to reach my goal weight and was feeling (and looking) marvelous. Just marvelous!
I’m still not quite sure how the fall happened. I think I caught the edge of the pavement which caused my front tire to turn sideways as I went over the handlebars. I was riding alone, so I’m not sure if I blacked out. I do remember thinking “Oh, this is going to be bad…” as I was falling head first into the pavement. I had a bicycle helmet on, but those do nothing to protect chins. 🙁
When I got up, I saw that my knees had some impressive strawberries. I had apparently kept my hands on the handlebars because my knuckles were pretty bruised up and bloody as well. I raised one hand to my chin and saw blood as I pulled it away.
I needed to get back to my car, so I road my bike the last 1/2 mile and loaded the bike. As I got into the car, I looked in the rear view mirror and knew immediately that I had to get to the hospital because my chin was very swollen and I wasn’t sure if I had broken a wrist.
The hospital was only a couple of miles away. After waiting just a short bit to see the ER doctor, he came in, took one look at my chin, and said, “I’m pretty sure you’ve broken your jaw. We’ll need an x-ray to confirm it.”
The second time I saw myself was when they pulled the x-ray machine down in front of my face and lined up the cross hairs. I looked at my reflection in the glass and said, “Holy Shit!” when I saw how swollen my face was only it came out, “Holy Thit!” through my swollen lips. 🙂
Turns out my jaw wasn’t broken, just very bruised. Here’s what the underside of my jaw looked like when I got home later that day… Impressive! I felt like Billy Bob Thornton’s Sling Blade character.
I was concerned about my hands and wrists and thought they might be broken. But the doctor had me squeeze his hands and said I was ‘very strong’. I said, “Well, maybe, but I’m clumsy and after two falls in three weeks maybe I should start acting my age.” He said, “What you’re doing is just fine. You are acting your age.” That made me feel lots better.
I still ride my bicycle, and I’ve taken a few falls since then. But, thankfully, none of them were as bad as this one…