And I was going to blog about painting our bedroom.
I even thought about blogging my new haircut...
But this is much more interesting, don't 'cha think?
On my way home tonight, less than a kilometre from my office, I caught my handlebars on the gate by a school.
I fell hard. Bouncing my helmet off the ground.
I assessed the damage and got up slowly. A little girl went by on her bike and asked:
"Are you ok?"
I said, "Yes, but I hurt myself a little."
She said, "Oh." and biked away.
I picked up my bike and saw my handlebar mirror on the ground. The metal was twisted. That's when I saw my leg.
Ick. My cellphone was dead so I had no choice but to bike home. Andrew was outside with the lawnmower, talking to a friend. They were both pretty horrified.
I went inside to get cleaned up and Andrew came in to help, getting me an ice pack and mixing up some saline to rinse my leg.
I'm starting to stiffen up already, and the road rash on my arm is pretty nasty, but I think I'll be ok.
But I'm really glad that I wear a bike helmet. And gloves.
I think I'll go have a lie down now.