Hurting the one you love

I fell off my bicycle again today :(

I was cruising up to the stop sign by our house (just feet away from where I fell the first time). In order to make the left turn to get into the bike lane, I have to check a fairly busy street for traffic. A car was coming in my direction and I was too focused on traffic to think about stopping properly. By the time my mind started yelling at my foot to clip out, I was already tipping over. I was able to get my shoe unclipped by yanking my leg out, which by that point just made me fall over even faster. And just as the car was passing in front of me, I totally ate pavement.

Sigh.

My ego suffered the worst damage. The tape on my handle bar is a little chewed up and my knee is scraped. Nothing too bad though. I guess it could have been worse - at least I didn't fall over in front of some jackass in an F450 Turbo Diesel lol

My leg is still fubared from my last fall, but it isn't looking infected with jungle rot anymore...




Then at the pool today, I walked into one of the benches in the locker room. Going to make a nice big bruise on my leg. I still have the slice on my right hand from the medicine cabinet, and yesterday I cut my other palm with a butter knife. Yes, a butter mother effing knife.

I was trying to make a tuna fish sandwhich for lunch. The tuna press got stuck in the can. Hubby wasn't home and the can was too slippery for me to get a good grip on it. I decided to use a butter knife to pop the press out of the can. Which promptly sliced my hand open. Grrr. I ended up bashing the can on the sink until the press finally came loose.

So now I'm walking around looking like a poster child for battered spouses. My hands are all sliced up, my legs are all bruised and cut. If someone asks me what happened, like they're going to believe I fell off my bike, walked into a bench and cut myself with a butter knife lol