I think I mentioned in a earlier post that I feel very lucky for all good things happening and for being around so nice people. So, I guess it was my turn to have some bad luck.
A few days ago when I was biking to meet up with a friend a car drives just beside me and I can see that he doesn't see me so I turn right against the side walk as much as I can, but he still doesn't see me and turn his car right at me (to park his car or something). BOOOM - I land on the sidewalk. Even though I got hit by the car I was really lucky - just got a scratch on my knee and a sore wrist, but nothing bad. Tur i oturen.
Next thing happened this past Saturday. Frida, Matt, Matt's friend and me went out for a drink. Just before we went back home we danced and jumped around for a bit. A very sharp shoe steps on my foot and I get a pretty deep cut. We did our best to avoid infections (Matt poured vodka on it), which probably helped a lot. Thought I would make it without stiches, but when I was on my way to work the day after it started to bleed again so I felt kind of anxious. In Sweden you know everything's gonna be okay, but it's not the same here with health insurance and all that stuff. Didn't wanna go to the hospital in case I would have to pay a lot for it.
Kasia (studies to be a nurse) lives close to Velotique so I walked to her before work and told her about everything. She looked at the wound, cleaned it and told me it would need stiches or glue, otherwise it would be hard to make it heel. So I had to skip work and Frida followed me to the hospital (wasn't easy to find one that would help us). After waiting for hours we finally got to see a doctor and by that time it had passed too much time for doing stiches, so they glued together the wound instead. It's crazy, I had to pay $500 for seeing the doctor. I hope to get most of it back from my insurance though. Frida was great. She had her day off, but spend all of it with me at the hospital - you're the best, girl.
The outcome of the last few days:
1. I walk like a retard because of my foot (excuse my language)
2. I'm a lot poorer.
Note to self:
1. It's dangerous to bike in the city (don't trust anyone else, people drive like idiots).
2. Start wear super big and heavy shoes so that no one can hurt your feet when you're out dancing.
.....BUT really, it could have been so much worse!
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