Well fellas, that little red Honda Ruckus that you all love to ridicule me for driving is no longer. On my way home from work Tuesday I made a quick stop at the grocery store, and with my backpack already full, I put the paper sack between my feet and continued home. Turning down a side street a few blocks from my house, I was on the right hand side of the street, as one does when driving in America, going a cool 20 mph or so. To my right I see a Jeep come mobbing around the corner, taking the INSIDE corner on a left turn as one would do on a racetrack, right into mt lane. Right in front of me.
I had a split second to wonder if I could dodge him before he plowed into me head-on, sending me flying 10-15 feet according to the EMT. I put my left arm down to break the fall, and instead of breaking my wrist the force of impact shot up my radius bone and smashed the end of it at the elbow. It hurts like a sonofabitch. I whacked my head on the street, and my helmet saved my life before it somehow flew off, allowing me to score a sizable gash on my bald ass head. Somewhere in the mix I picked up a 6 inch deep laceration to my right thigh that required 12 outside stitches and an unknown number of deeper inside stitches. I think the lone beer bottle in my grocery bag is to blame for one of the deep cuts, and I also have numerous smaller cuts all over my leg. the gashes are rather mysterious -- gouging and stabbing is not what one immediately expects from an automotive collision.
The broken arm really bites though. I have broken my fair share of bones and this bone pain is the worst I have experienced. I'm not too excited about the big ass scar I will have on my head when the 9 stitches come out and it heals. All told, however, I am feeling quite lucky to be alive with no injuries to neck, spine, or anything serious to the head. 8 hours at University of Washington ER and I'm on my way to getting fixed up.
So, no more scooter jokes suckers
I'm really going to miss that thing. RIP, Ruckus.
I had a split second to wonder if I could dodge him before he plowed into me head-on, sending me flying 10-15 feet according to the EMT. I put my left arm down to break the fall, and instead of breaking my wrist the force of impact shot up my radius bone and smashed the end of it at the elbow. It hurts like a sonofabitch. I whacked my head on the street, and my helmet saved my life before it somehow flew off, allowing me to score a sizable gash on my bald ass head. Somewhere in the mix I picked up a 6 inch deep laceration to my right thigh that required 12 outside stitches and an unknown number of deeper inside stitches. I think the lone beer bottle in my grocery bag is to blame for one of the deep cuts, and I also have numerous smaller cuts all over my leg. the gashes are rather mysterious -- gouging and stabbing is not what one immediately expects from an automotive collision.
The broken arm really bites though. I have broken my fair share of bones and this bone pain is the worst I have experienced. I'm not too excited about the big ass scar I will have on my head when the 9 stitches come out and it heals. All told, however, I am feeling quite lucky to be alive with no injuries to neck, spine, or anything serious to the head. 8 hours at University of Washington ER and I'm on my way to getting fixed up.
So, no more scooter jokes suckers
I'm really going to miss that thing. RIP, Ruckus.
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