|Back on the Bike and getting Stronger|
|Stairs are worn and uneven, and very slippery|
When one of the women working there rushed over to help me, I told her, "I think I broke my leg..." Then I remember cold sweat pouring out of me, dripping down my face, and pooling on the floor all around me. Another woman, whom I found out had been an ER Nurse, said, "He's going into shock - call an ambulance!"
The ride to the hospital, a route I know well from biking everywhere, was about two miles. I saw out the window of the ambulance The Eight Street Tap Room -- a pub Rico and I would go to, and where his band sometimes played shows. I forgot for a second about what happened, and then suddenly realized what DID happen. I feared surgery, pins, screws, metal bars, and stitches. Doing research for physicians back at the Desert San in Tucson, I knew what was probably in store for me - and it would be ugly. In fact it was sickening! And - what was I going to tell Little Egypt? Holy Shit!!! She was on her way for R and R from Kuwait in just a few weeks. She would be pissed-off for sure!
|Added lighting put in after my accident|