4 days after my last post, I woke up to a cold (38F) morning, and got dressed for the ride in. Extra layers and full finger gloves would mean that I'd warm up fast, and the ride wouldn't be miserable. My co-worker stopped me halfway to school, demanding that I get in her truck because it was cold out. By then, I was fine. I kept going. As I approached a tricky curved intersection, I checked behind me to make sure I wouldn't get plowed over. Except I did, by the guy turning ONTO my road, the guy who didn't look.
Here's what I remember after:
- I tried to sit up and get myself collected. A woman (identifying herself as an off duty paramedic) told me not to move. She stayed with me until the ambulance arrived.
- The guy who hit me apologized and said he hadn't seen me. I was having too much trouble breathing to say, "Yeah, because you didn't look before you turned."
- The dad of one of my students was there, and someone took my bike, my beautiful bike, to work.
- I rode in an ambulance for the first time in my life, and they cut off my bike jersey, base layer, and jacket.