Coming down the W-burg bridge yesterday afternoon, the last of those pointless godforsaken bumps took me. There had been just a little rain and the pavement was a bit slick, the last bump put me off balance, there was a little fishtail, and then I went down, started donating blood to the asphalt. It was actually quite a bit worse than the last time I wrecked. Thus endeth the season of riding sans helmet.

Traffic cop at the foot of the bridge helped me up, called an Ambulence. EMTs were a good crew; high spirits. Dr. Miller at Beth Israel was great, giving me 8 or 10 stitches in my firehead, one in the bridge of my nose, and three or four staples in the back of my head. Pictures soon, of course.

Actually, the stitches are not that much of a pain. There were a few woozy moments in the ER, but the real damage is muscular. I righteously pulled out my groin and jammed by elbow, both on the left side. Heading in I could walk and move pretty well. Walking out of the hospital took me a full five minutes gimping along, coming close to out and out crying on the ramp leading to the street. It's a hell of a thing to be totally incapacitated.

Anyway I'm laid up at Wes and Jeremy's and they're being real great about getting me food from the deli. I'm still pretty gimpy, though improving. Will have updates. Thanks to everyone who's called with their well wishes.