Tuesday night I was riding home, I got tired of waiting for the bus. I took Airport way and then took the street immediately after Spokane, a side street used for semi parking. I got onto 6th avenue and proceeded to the left lane so I could make a left into the parking area that leads to the SODO bike trail. The Sounders game had just gotten out and the traffic heading south was non-stop. I sat in the intersection waiting for a break in traffic or the light to turn so I could make my left turn. The next thing I know, some strange man is ripping my clothes of in a really brightly lit room. My reaction is to fight him off and scream who are you and why are you doing this to me. He replied that I had been hit by a truck. WHAT??????? I do not remember a truck, how could I get hit when I was following the rules. He informed me that I was unconscious at the scene, I woke up to him cutting my clothes off.
I have not seen my bike, but the officer tells me it is pretty screwed up. I do know that it was not my fault, the copper said so. No arguments from the driver either. So I know that he is going to have to pay for my hospital bill, my Physical therapy bill, my dental bill, since my teeth are all chipped up, a new bicycle and new bike gear since the EMT cut my clothes off of me. Oh and my helmet fell off before I went through his windshield. Or as I hit it, my head is full of dried blood. I am home now, but my body is a walking bruise an laceration on my knees and my forehead. I have to use a walker and my bike is probably not repairable. This will not stop me from biking. It may put it on hold for a bit but I will be back on a bike soon!
I have the best friends and family in the World. My entire stay at the hospital was filled with visitors. I did not get much rest during the day because I kept getting new people in. I got lovely bouquets and potted plants along with tons of reading material and cards. I love you all so much, and you have no idea how much this meant to me as I could have easily gone into a bout of depression without the support of people I love.