Back In The Saddle

I started riding my bike again.

I had a bicycle accident in December and broke my arm. During my recovery, I learned that two of my friends also had accidents that resulted in broken bones. My friend Mike broke his back surfing. We were discussing our inability to care for ourselves one day over the phone. I was boo-hooing the fact that I couldn't shower, sleep or raise my arms over my head when he retorted with the fact that "he couldn't wipe his own ass for close to two weeks."

Touché, Mikey.

(When I think of myself in a similar situation, I know I would ask my children to assist me vs. my husband and wonder if that speaks poorly of my marriage?)

I fired off an email to another friend informing him I was officially on the mend. He replied that he had taken a spill on a skateboard and "almost died". Skull fracture. Brain hemorrhage. It put the ability to not use one arm for a few months quickly in perspective.

I've become more faithful about taking my calcium supplements. I think the next time I fall, I won't try to stick out an arm to catch myself but rather keep my limbs close to my body and protect my face. But really, I hope that there isn't a next time —for me or my friends.