Speaking of bikes, I had the super-ingenious idea of attempting to take my dog to the nearby field to run around, but had him run alongside my bike. Now, before anyone reads any further, keep in mind: My dog is well-trained on a leash now that I've been working with him for some time.
So, the stretch of street was straight and not very long, with a slight downhill. Unfortunately, I can't quite remember what happened, but I got going too fast and somehow under-corrected so to speak, trying to avoid any run-ins with the dog, and ended up ground beef in someone's driveway. Thankfully yet embarrassingly, the family was home. The lady (whose name I sadly forgot) immediately came out and tended to my knee, which was bleeding profusely through my pants. My bike seemed OK except for the top part of the seat, which is supposed to come off, was off.
I didn't have my cell phone since I was going less than a mile from home, so she let me use her phone to call my husband. He didn't pick up, so she ended up taking me home while her teenage son walked my dog home for me.
As soon as I got home, my husband and younger stepson who is staying with us for part of the summer break (Zack) took me to to the ER, my husband driving my car so I could just stretch out in the back seat. By that time my knee was hurting REALLY bad, worse than when I broke my jaw.
After long periods of waiting and keeping myself distracted making conversation with a nice gal about my age (with a cute young son) in the waiting room, I got in. My wounds (mainly shredded hands and knee) were treated and I was X-rayed. Long story short, the knee did not suffer any tears or breaks - thank goodness - but I did need the hole in my knee stitched shut and some Vicodin.
After getting out, my husband drove my car around until we could find a Walgreens that was 24-hour. Apparently the two locations closest to my house aren't open all night, so we had to go to one in Milwaukie, not too far.
After getting my drugs and extra bandages, I am now relaxing at home, on Vicodin and feeling somewhat better.
My bike is still at the neighbor's house until I can pick it up, and they've got a well-deserved "Thank You" card coming their way!