So this was me last night after waking up at San Francisco General Tuesday night. Some time around 6:00pm I was hit by a car while cycling to meet Robby for a ride. Not sure when or where or by whom, exactly! A concussion erased my memory about back to when I’d left my house earlier and some time after (thank goodness I was wearing a helmet, because if the fall hadn’t killed me the irony would have).
Of course one of my first thoughts when I woke up in the hospital and got some sense of what happened, I was all “phew, at least it’s not a 5150.” Again. I asked Riana, who took the photo, to collect what she knows from my reports and those given to her at the ER:
Some notes on the accident Tuesday and its aftermath, with more details to come after my consult tomorrow morning, get a chance to see how a bike named Sue is doing and maybe convince someone to get a copy of the accident report. Really, thanks to everyone for the kind words, visits and support. It’s not just the drugs making me maudlin, I really do feel incredibly grateful.