Friday night I was returning to my room on my motorcycle from a visit to a friend. The road was wet from rain. As I made a turn at an intersection I hit a bump. Hitting the bump I hit my breaks. Between the wet road, the turning, the bump, and the breaking, my motorcycle lost traction with the road.
I guess thanks to the rush of adrenaline, I did not at first realize that I’d been all that hurt by my fall. I therefore walked over to my motorcycle, picked it back up, and went on my way. As I was driving I became aware of the blood coming from my hand, the pain in my elbow, the pain on my hip, the blood on my foot (I was wearing sandals).
Driving a little further my legs started shaking. My mind was lacking clarity.
I arrived back at my room. I knocked on my neighbors door. He helped me clean things up. He put iodine on my cuts. And used electrical tape to hold gauze on as bandages until the morning.
I’ve been a bit nervous getting on my motorcycle since then. It is terrifying to think what would have happened if I had had any kind of speed when I went down.
The wounds are healing.
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