Oh loves, my title says it all. I truly am a hot mess today.
Remember my bike woes from Tuesday? I should have taken that as a sign that this week was not mine for riding. I've always known I would fall off or crash my bike at some point. Knowing doesn't make it hurt any less.
I took Billy and his sister to the airport this morning to head down to southern California to attend BlizzCon, or as I put it, nerdfest, a video game convention. I then picked up my bike from the shop. So happy to have it back, I decided to take it out on my triathlon route, a 14 mile loop with an incredibly challenging hill climb smack in the middle. I was making great time, had powered up the hill, and was feeling the burn. At mile 12, my ear bud cable attached to my phone had come out of my bento box, a small catch all bag that's attached to the top frame of my bike. I took my right hand off the handle bars to push it back in so it wouldn't irritate my leg. While I was one-handed, I turned a corner, which happened to have a soft, sandy shoulder, which I rode directly in to. If you have ever rode on sand, you know it's incredibly difficult to steer or balance, so I of course skidded out and crashed. I would have just put a foot down to try to stop, but I have those nifty pedals that clip to your shoes, and that didn't help at all.
Shaking, I extricated myself from the bike, and began to assess the damage. Bike seemed to be in fine condition, just a bit scraped up. My left shoe cleat was loose from having torn my foot from the pedal, and I was hurting in all sorts of places, particularly my hip and my right index finger. I sat down on a nearby bench, and tried to see if all my parts were in working order. My left hip was on fire from deep road rash scrapes, and my left upper arm and elbow were scraped up but not bad. The worst part? The immediate swelling in my right index finger, which had gotten caught in the bento box, then ripped out, was bleeding and not feeling so good. I palpated and bent it, moving it around.
Riding the remaining two miles home was a slow going and painful process, but I made it. Want photo proof of my hot mess-ness? Oh well, that's the first thing I thought to do when I got home, even before I gingerly showered, screamed like a little girl when I poured peroxide over my open wounds, and band aided what I could.
On the trail while recovering from the crash. Taking off my riding gloves later was a challenge!
showing off my upper arm and elbow road rash, sorry blurry pics from my phone, I'm bad left handed.
My cut up thumb and swollen index finger. Check out that middle digit.
Bloody index finger. Those gashes are crazy, not sure what exactly caused them.
My gnarly thigh road rash
Rocking the Hot Wheels band aids I got for Billy. He says they make me more epic.
You know what's really depressing? All I wanted was to be taken care of and nursed back to health. Unfortunately, Billy won't be back until Sunday night.
So I did the next best thing, I called my mommy.
Yes, even at
almost 27 26, I still need my mommy when things go bad. I had been so strong and hadn't cried, but asking my mom what doctor or hospital to go to, I nearly lost it. You are never too old to for a momma nurse, let me tell you. Thankfully, the oldest son of her boyfriend has broken lots and lots of bones while biking, and had a hand specialist that she said I should call. I made an appointment for tomorrow morning. Hopefully the hand specialist says I didn't do much damage, as I really need all of my fingers to do hair and makeup properly. Here's hoping! If you could, send a little prayer up for me tomorrow at 11:15am Pacific standard time ;)