I had a lot to talk about today, but what happened yesterday is the only thing which really matters to me right now. I thought that it was 2010 which sucked royal ass. Perhaps for me it’s being 45 instead.
When I die I as you to do one thing for me — raise a glass of whatever it is you are consuming, and say “Paulie was alright. That sonnabitch has some of the worst luck of anyone I ever met.”
I was having a decent weekend until…
Who Would Have Thought That Hashing Would’ve Been The Safer Choice?
With unusually warm and sunny weather and my poor running getting me down, I decided to take the Red Rocket out for a ride to Stone Mountain.
This might make you laugh, but I’d already written the opening bit for today’s blog in my head.
The last time I mounted the Red Rocket for a road ride we were in South Dakota, it was the last day of August, I was a good five pounds lighter, and I was a mere two days away from having my vacation crash around me.
I didn’t know it at the time, but yesterday’s ride is probably going to be the last for the Red Rocket and me.
I left East Atlanta a little after 1pm. I was riding well, at least better than a six-month hiatus should let me, but my cardio (which has plagued my running) was also showing up riding. Somewhere around the 8 mile mark (unsure because my fancy-pants odometer/speedometer and I weren’t on good terms and I couldn’t get it to work) I passed two riders while heading North on Church Street. After pumping hard to separate I successfully crossed 285.
At the next intersection I saw two cars
1. A gray car heading South on Church Street, waiting to turn left (in front of me) onto Northern Avenue.
2. A black car waiting at the stop sign on Northern Avenue waiting to turn left onto Church Street heading South.
I moved into the middle of my lane in order for both cars to see me and I was fairly certain that they had since they were both stopped.
The gray car decided that they didn’t want to wait and turned in front of me, but that wasn’t the complete game-changer. For some reason the black car didn’t wait to see if the road was clear and immediately began to turn left from Northern, which put it right in my path. I was left helpless…
I hit the black car squarely near the back portion of its front driver’s-side tire. The Red Rocket and I were catapulted onto the black car’s hood, and when my momentum carried me off the car I landed on my right hip, hitting my right ankle as well when the Red Rocket hit the ground with me. I’m also told that I broke the car’s windshield.
To say I was enraged is an understatement. I cursed at the driver and his passenger. I told them that if they drove off I’d get the cops on them. And while doing so from the road, the two riders I had passed a minute or so previously rode up and called 911.
Yesterday I had my third bike wreck in Atlanta (two of those thanks to drivers which have pulled out of side roads in front of me).
Yesterday I had my first ambulance ride.
Yesterday I had my first IV.
Yesterday I had my first hospital visit.
No bones are broken, x-rays of my hip were negative (in the good way). However, I still cannot walk. The pain in my right hip is excruciating when I put any weight on it. Truth be told I probably need crutches because I can’t walk and hopping is not a viable option either. I am currently using my office chair as a makeshift wheelchair and rolling around the hardwood floors to get things. I’ve noticed that the kitchen’s “linoleum” doesn’t appreciate the wheels of the chair, but fuck it I don’t care.
The Red Rocket, while it did its best and super-mechanic Allan might be able to get it road-ready, may have seen its last ride. The impact with the car bent the headset, pushing the front fork back so far that the tire no longer clears the frame. While sitting on the road/curb awaiting help I thing I saw that the large-ring sprocket bent too. And I’m not sure if the front wheel suffered any real damage. For obvious reasons I’ve not had much time to investigate.
As if my life needed more bullshit with which to deal I now face having to follow up with the police, the hospital (and the costs), as well as insurance companies.
The Silver Lining
With all of the bad things yesterday there is some good. I have a lot of friends who have wished me well.
While riding to the hospital and spending two hours there with not much to do I tried to figure how I was going to get home. A taxi was my first idea, but taxis in Atlanta suck. I thought about walking home carrying my bike as some sort of trophy but that I idea was nixed when I couldn’t take a single step from my hospital examination table. I needed to do something that I don’t particularly like doing, asking people for help. I’ve lived alone for at least seventeen of the last twenty years — with the exceptions being the eight months Jeannie and I lived together, and the two years I rented a room and lived with some buddies.
One of my friends deserves my utmost gratitude. I called ITP-Reader “Martha” (aka Laura) after getting discharged from the hospital. Without hesitation she agreed to come and fetch me. Not only did Martha drive me (and the Red Rocket) home, she also went into my house for me to get my insurance card and wallet, then drove me to CVS and even went inside and got my medication (I can’t walk, remember). Upon delivering me home Martha helped me get into my house. Then she went home and got a her heating pad for me, and brought me food to eat last night.
Seriously, I was touched. In my current condition I have no idea what would have happened to me last night had she not been such a great friend.
I just received a call from ITP-Reader Betsy who has informed me that she’ll bring me dinner later.
Thank you friends, you literally keep me going.
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – somewhat happy to be alive, but questioning the meaning of my life
Current Music – silence
Website Of The Day – don’t feel up to finding one.
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – riding (~8.5 miles)
Morning Weigh-In – I don’t care
Foot Mileage – 34.0 miles
Wheel Mileage – 8.5 miles
Pushups – 0
Situps – 0
Stairs – 0 flights
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 0 (5)
Vegetarian Days – 4*
Carnivorous Days – 23
Marta Rides To Work – 0
Bike Rides To Work – 0
Not to get sick for the entire month FAIL
– Not get fired from my job
– Run no fewer than 75 miles
– Lose two pounds
– Go out on a date with someone else
– Read an entire book
2011 Goals [will be a little more fluid than in past years]
– Reduce my weight by 25 pounds based on the my weight as measured on February 1st
Completely read the book Daily Negations which I received as a Christmas gift.
– Run Sharpened Stone as a real business — one which does not get penalized.
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Enter no fewer than three photographic competitions / gallery showings
– Ride in no fewer than five 50 mile or 50K bike rides
– Run in no fewer than two half-marathons
– Submit at least one application under the name “Sharpened Stone” to Apple’s iOS store
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient programmer in Objective-C
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem
– Eat smaller portions