I’ve been vacillating between feeling sorry for myself, and feeling horribly embarrassed about feeling sorry for myself. I’m hoping that blogging about this with have a cathartic effect on me. I also know I’m going to regret publishing pictures where I look like such a Grinch, but I felt like I needed to take them.
Guppy and I were in a bit of a bicycle accident. Thankfully she is a-o.k. Not a scratch. Thank you, child-protective helmet.
Me? Not so much. I am so grateful that it wasn’t worse (we were very lucky according to witnesses) and for all the amazing people who just appeared out of nowhere to help us…especially to reassure Guppy, because I was stretched out on the sidewalk, and though I tried to reassure her and tell her it was going to be ok, I was in some horrible pain. I also went into shock and nearly passed out, so thank you so much amazing recycling guys who stopped your truck and called the ambulance and took care of my bicycle, and to the kind motorist who wrapped me up in the fleece blanket and called my husband, and especially thanks to the super-nice woman who held Guppy’s hand and engaged her in conversation, listening patiently as Guppy told her all about the new shoes she was wearing.
Preliminary x-rays are suggesting my foot/ankle isn’t broken, but the orthopedic surgeon I’m seeing again Monday wants more x-rays to be sure. When I was 14 I blew the 3 major ligaments in my foot after a bad ballet landing…and this is all rather déjà vu-ish. The small handful of you who read my training blog know how excited I’ve been about training for the Paris Marathon in April…and I do mention my SportyFishness here from time to time. I am super-freaking out, in a horrible woe-is-me way, and I’m embarrassed about it. I am 100% dependant on Monsieur Fish (who could frankly use some lessons in cheering up & caring for those he loves, usually the roles are reversed, so maybe it’s a practice issue?) and I loathe not being able to do things myself.
I also had to kiss going to the Salon Marie Claire today good-bye, and I was so very really terribly looking forward to going since I reserved my spot for the workshop I was to take back in July. No goodie bag. No fabric samples. No giveaways. Snif. Snif.
But back to feeling terrible about feeling so sorry for myself. I totally need to get over it – I mean, people freaking loose their feet after accidents! I could have been so much worse off, not to mention the fact that Guppy was fine which is no minor miracle. I know I need to get over myself, but damn this is really, really hard. I usually run upwards of 40 miles/week, ride my bike everywhere, and weight train oh, and practice yoga. My big workout today was going from the couch to the bathroom. My butt hurts from sitting so much for pete’s sake!
Ok, I’ll sit back and wait for the heal effects of “getting it off my chest” to take action. I’ll let you know how that goes.