So that was my weekend. Time to go back to work. It was another beautiful day and I was excited to ride my bike to work....let’s just say I won’t be doing that again for a while:
I was passing a McDonalds when a truck leaving saw an opportunity in traffic and flew out of the lot and into me. Apparently, I hit the hood first and then was thrown into the street. I didn’t slide on the pavement, thank goodness - I was only wearing a tank top and yoga capris. Instead, it was like Godzilla picked me up and threw me straight down into the concrete as hard as he could. When I landed I screamed and screamed and screamed. When I realized I was screaming, I was like “Okay…I’m obviously alive...now, do I have my teeth?” Yup, all there! So then I just cried until the ambulance came. A bunch of people ran out and made sure I didn’t move, and they kept traffic away. After confirming with the fireman that all of my teeth were indeed still there, I was taken to the hospital (around 8:15 a.m.) and was there until 6:30 p.m. Talk about a long day! I hurt my right arm pretty bad and fractured my nose. I also busted up my forehead pretty bad, as you can see, and had to get stitched up. I’m doing pretty well though. I’m really sore and my head has been pounding, but I have medication. I think I’ll be back to work by Friday. If you ladies need a good eye shadow, I HIGHLY recommend Clinique. I use “daybreak” daily, and that stuff lasted through this whole experience – tears, concrete, blood…even stuck around after having water shot into my face to clean the wounds. The nurse was amazed. That’s Clinique for ya – I only put the best on my face.
She sent a beautiful card, an adorable little notebook, and a bar of handmade soap.