Its been a hell of a couple of weeks, The on going fire in the dismal swamp making it almost impossible to breath here. The Harley wreck, kind of life changing. The earth quake and then the hurricane. I'm starting to take some of this personal. Hope you will understand my absence and forgive me for I am truly sorry.
It was my sisters 50th birthday. I was to cook for twelve people that night. I thought I'd go to the beach and catch a little sun to beef up my slightly faded British Virgin Island tan. In shorts and a tee shirt I jump on the Harley beach bound. As I cruised, I thought how I was timing the dinner and tried to remember if there was anything else I needed from the store. I owe my sister allot, shes family and also my friend, she and her husband. Then I thought about how smokey it still was from the forest burning around the Dismal Swamp. It was almost hard to breath. Suddenly I hear tires skidding when I realize its the car and truck in front of me had come to a complete stop. I hit my brakes, my bikes wheels lock up and I begin to skid sideways. Still doing thirty miles an hour in a full skid I assessed that I would slam into the back of the pick up unless I did something quick. I let off the breaks, the tires stopped skidding and I, for a instant, had control. I shot out from behind the truck into on coming traffic. The front wheel wobbled flipping the bike forward onto is side slamming me to the asphalt and scrapping me about fifteen feet up the street into oncoming traffic.I laid there for a second and wondered how my wallet and check book were about five feet beyond where I rested. OMG some one get this bike off me I yelled. I saw the guy who initially caused the traffic to stop. I yelled to him to get the bike off me, he drove away leaving the girl who's truck I almost smashed into. She jumped out hysterical, trying to get the heavy Harley off my leg. Finally two guys jumped out of there cars to help the scene. EMS was there in a flash. I was taken to a trauma unit where I got a once over, cat scans and ex rays told the story. I do remember a woman doctor asking me in that angry motherly voice "you were wearing shorts and a tee shirt on a motor cycle?" I said " don't judge me!". They quickly pieced me together and in a few shout hours I'm leaving the hospital on crutches. Made it to my sisters birthday with the food and instructed some friends in the preparation, Dinner was awesome. The next morning I woke up and I could not believe the amount of pain throughout my entire body. A week goes by trying to walk and then back down on the couch. All I wanted to do was sleep but then I would wake up sweating from the replay of the accident. I went to Walmart to get a couple of new tires for my car and do necessity shopping plus I thought that I could use the cart as a walker and get some exercise for this knee. As I was in the tire department waiting to be serviced, the huge tire racks started moving, so much that I thought they were going to topple. I hobbled,behind my cart, for my life. The shelves suddenly stopped shaking. I looked at the clerk and asked "what in the hell was that". Later when I got in my car to go home, I was listening to NPR news. Thats when I learned of the earthquake. I decided I needed to go back to work to take my mind off everything. Not a smart idea, I hadn't felt pain until I was on my feet six straight hours. Thank god a hurricane stopped through here, got another day to lay out. I get a little better everyday. Soon this will all just be a memory.
I've missed sharing the little pieces of my life with those that are entertained!
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