Tuesday night I asked Jim, “Did you get the license of that truck that hit me yesterday?”
In reality, there was no truck, just the left handlebar of my bike (Schwinn, not Harley) impacting my lower abdomen an inch or two below and left of my bellybutton. Ooouccch! But I did manage to avoid hitting the young kid that darted onto the prairie path on which we were riding; I also managed to avoid sailing over said handlebar following my abrupt stop, despite the back wheel of my bike flying up into the air and pitching me forward with all the momentum that comes with speed.
And to think I considered all that extra abdominal padding just that; padding, as in protection from bumps and bruises.
Is all that fat considered tissue, as in nerve endings and pain receptors, or is it really just clumps of cottage cheese that failed to make it past the digestion process? It looks like cottage cheese, but right now it feels a lot like tissue, with nerve endings in overdrive texting, pain!, pain!, pain! again and again and again. And all this time I thought an unlimited data plan was the way to go!
Jimmy and my doctor tell me I’m to do nothing but rest for the remainder of the week – no cooking, no cleaning, and certainly no biking. I can’t argue with that. I don’t even feel up to blogging. As long as nothing changes, as in no vomiting (yuk!), no fever (what about hot flashes?), and no loss of appetite (that’ll be the day), I should be good to go/blog by next Monday.
Wish me luck!