I headed to work this morning and decided to take the trail at least part-way, in order to avoid red lights and streetcars on Queen Street. I was moving along at a reasonable speed when I came up to one of the trail barriers that you have to move around slowly. I slowed down accordingly and went around them without any trouble at all. On the far side of the barriers, I made a bit of a wide turn and ended up on the packed dry dirt where many other people had also made wide turns. I went to pull back onto the bike path, but there was apparently a slightly larger bump to get back up to the pavement than I had expected, and I didn’t get a good enough angle on said bump. The tires on my bike didn’t get enough grip, and the bike stopped. My body, on the other hand, kept moving forward.
I did a fantastic Superman off the side of my bike, face first into the pavement. I must have bounced, and I managed to protect most of my face with my arms (flung out ahead of me as I neared pavement.) I can remember thinking Hey, that pavement is coming at me pretty quickly. After landing and sliding a bit, I rolled over onto my front again and promptly bent my arms and legs to make sure nothing was broken. Apparently that’s my first reaction to falling – check for broken bones. I did the same when I fell face first into a rock on last year’s canoe trip. There was a nice fellow biking the trail just behind me, he saw me fall and stopped to make sure I was okay. Once we had established I was fine besides an elbow oozing blood slowly and a general shock shakiness sort of thing, he went on his way, suggesting I stop at a drug store and get something to clean myself up with. Not a bad idea, really, except I was late for work already.
I continued biking in to work, the wind on my elbow granting me a fantastic burning sensation. I was too full of adrenalin to really feel all that hurt – my elbow was in a lot of pain, but I was okay otherwise, I thought. I got in to work and walked in the door, asking one of my co-ushers how late I was. He saw my oozing elbow and told me I should be more worried about that. Heh. I just went downstairs, punched in and put my stuff away, and then went looking for a first aid kit.
Lindsay and I bandaged my elbow up and I got changed into my tuxedo, and worked. It wasn’t until half-way through pre-show I started noticing my bruises. There are many of them, and it seemed throughout the day they just kept appearing. It’s now evening, and I’m aching and sore in many places. My lacerated elbow alternately throbs and burns. I’ve cleaned it properly and put on polysporin, and I’m on Motrin for pain relief. I won’t be biking today. I biked home tonight after the double show, much to a couple of my co-workers annoyance. They didn’t think I should bike home after my injuries, but I did anyway – it’s quicker getting home on my bike than trying to manage bringing my bike up onto the streetcar.
Oh, and I broke my bell. Adam picked me up a new one, though, so it’s all good. I’ll install it tomorrow or Friday.
I’ve also got a new video card. I haven’t installed it yet, my elbow is limiting my ability to bend my right arm, so I’m not quite ready to install it yet. Adam said he’d do that for me tomorrow after he’s done work. Hooray, no more blurry dark horribleness!! I ended up with the ASUS Radeon 9200SE, because it was the only one they had in stock when Adam went to pick it up. I’m excited to have a new card.