An unpleasant bike ride
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Hi there,
It's been three days since I had my bike accident and I feel much better. My foot is still swollen and is starting to shift in the colours of blue, purple and red, but it doesn't hurt as much as before.
So, this past Saturday I was on my way to work on my bike. There was, as always, a lot of traffic on Queen Street and lots of parked cars on the side of the road. When there's parked cars on the side it's not a lot of space between the cars, the people biking and the people driving cars or streetcars - with other words it's fucking dangerous, but that's just how it is.
I was half-way to work, just outside the fire station, when a car door slams up right in front of me and my bike. I just remember realizing for a quarter of a second that I won't have time to turn. So I fell to the left, into the car lane. Unluckely it comes a car just when I hit the ground and it doesn't have time to stop. When I saw the car coming towards me, I thought it was it, that I was going to die. It's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life.
Next thing I remember is lying on the ground breathing way too fast, hearing people telling me not to move, and that the ambulance is on their way. After a few minutes I try to get up, but my foot hurts so a few firefighters that were just around the corner came and helped me. There were so many lovely people staying around while waiting for the ambulance, just talking to me and telling me everything's gonna be alright.
At the hospital they exrayed my foot and luckely it wasn't broken. Such a relief. Would have taken so much time to be able to walk again if it were. While I was waiting to get my foot exrayed the police came and wanted my version of it all. My version agreed with the version he had got from all the witnesess so he told me that the guy who opened the car door would get charged.
After 3 hours at the hospital I was done and they gave me a pair of crutches (couldn't put weight on my foot). Since my shoulder was also hurt it was a bit tricky to walk with them at first. Got persuaded by Matt to take a cab home instead of the streetcar, which probably was a good idea. Would most likely not been able to actually get on the streetcar,
It was such a relief to come home. As I entered the doorway, all my tensions and feelings just released from my body and I cried like a baby on the floor. The family I live with was up in the cottage for the weekend, Frida just got back to Sweden, Matt was working until 10 pm and Kasia just went to the Galapagos Islands, so I felt a bit lonely. Matt came later - felt good not to be all by myself.
So the last few days have been kinda emotional. Skyped with my family and with Frida - I needed that. Felt ready to go back to work this morning, but Beverley sent me home after 4 hours. Was probably a good idea since it's kinda hard on my foot. I decided to try to walk back home with my crutches instead of taking the streetcar. I usually get kinda irritated at people that walk slowly, but this time I was the slow one so I got frustrated and irritated on myself instead. On my way back home I passed by Carloads to buy some avocados, bananas and spinach and there I meet Laura & Robin who also are doing some grocery shopping so I was able to get a ride with them home. Phuuu. It's really tiring to walk with crutches, especially for the arms and my hurting shoulder.
It's been three days since I had my bike accident and I feel much better. My foot is still swollen and is starting to shift in the colours of blue, purple and red, but it doesn't hurt as much as before.
So, this past Saturday I was on my way to work on my bike. There was, as always, a lot of traffic on Queen Street and lots of parked cars on the side of the road. When there's parked cars on the side it's not a lot of space between the cars, the people biking and the people driving cars or streetcars - with other words it's fucking dangerous, but that's just how it is.
I was half-way to work, just outside the fire station, when a car door slams up right in front of me and my bike. I just remember realizing for a quarter of a second that I won't have time to turn. So I fell to the left, into the car lane. Unluckely it comes a car just when I hit the ground and it doesn't have time to stop. When I saw the car coming towards me, I thought it was it, that I was going to die. It's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life.
Next thing I remember is lying on the ground breathing way too fast, hearing people telling me not to move, and that the ambulance is on their way. After a few minutes I try to get up, but my foot hurts so a few firefighters that were just around the corner came and helped me. There were so many lovely people staying around while waiting for the ambulance, just talking to me and telling me everything's gonna be alright.
At the hospital they exrayed my foot and luckely it wasn't broken. Such a relief. Would have taken so much time to be able to walk again if it were. While I was waiting to get my foot exrayed the police came and wanted my version of it all. My version agreed with the version he had got from all the witnesess so he told me that the guy who opened the car door would get charged.
After 3 hours at the hospital I was done and they gave me a pair of crutches (couldn't put weight on my foot). Since my shoulder was also hurt it was a bit tricky to walk with them at first. Got persuaded by Matt to take a cab home instead of the streetcar, which probably was a good idea. Would most likely not been able to actually get on the streetcar,
It was such a relief to come home. As I entered the doorway, all my tensions and feelings just released from my body and I cried like a baby on the floor. The family I live with was up in the cottage for the weekend, Frida just got back to Sweden, Matt was working until 10 pm and Kasia just went to the Galapagos Islands, so I felt a bit lonely. Matt came later - felt good not to be all by myself.
So the last few days have been kinda emotional. Skyped with my family and with Frida - I needed that. Felt ready to go back to work this morning, but Beverley sent me home after 4 hours. Was probably a good idea since it's kinda hard on my foot. I decided to try to walk back home with my crutches instead of taking the streetcar. I usually get kinda irritated at people that walk slowly, but this time I was the slow one so I got frustrated and irritated on myself instead. On my way back home I passed by Carloads to buy some avocados, bananas and spinach and there I meet Laura & Robin who also are doing some grocery shopping so I was able to get a ride with them home. Phuuu. It's really tiring to walk with crutches, especially for the arms and my hurting shoulder.
The next part of all this is to figure out everything with the insurance. As soon as I receive all the receipts and documents from the hospital I'll call the guy who got charged's Insurance Company and hopefully it won't be too complicated to get all my expenses covered. The good thing with all this is that I'm at least learning a lot.
In the future, if I by any chance wouldn't remember my time here in Toronto (not very likely but still), I will always be able to look at my body and recall, cause I'm starting to collect a lot of scars.
This is how it looks like almost anywhere on Queen Street. Parked cars, bikers, cars and streetcars. Too much vehicles and not enough space.
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