Ow. And once again, Ow.

It took me a full three weeks to get back to doing weights again after my old-lady back tweak. It was super-annoying. Luckily, spring has been springing, so I’ve been doing a better job of taking myself on morning walks.

Of course now I have new aches and pains.

Before J headed out to Arizona for her summer program, she and I went on a mother-daughter piercing outing. I got third holes in my lobes, and she got a rook. Like last time, we went to Darkwater Tattoo Shop. We like the piercer! And it is very clean and professional and all that. My ears were a little tender for a bit, but now they’ve recovered and I can hardly wait to change earrings, but I’m supposed to keep the piercing ones in for a month, so I’ll try my best.

And then, THEN, ladies and gentlemen, I had a bike accident. The county is currently repaving my street, and there’s rough road, plus a significant bump where the rough road ends and the regular street starts. I was trying to do something for someone really quickly, and I was biking very fast and very distractedly, and I smacked the bump and just flew and landed, skinning both elbows and one knee, knocking the wind out of myself, and hitting my left boob so hard that if I’d had an implant it would have popped. All of which occurred within a few yards of several worker guys, who reacted with alarm. I was like, “No worries, I’m totally fine!” and hopped on my bike to flee the scene and complete my mission.

Back at my house I washed my various limbs with soap and water, but then I had nowhere near the supplies to handle it all. So I DROVE in a CAR to the CVS, which shows you how traumatized I was, because it is very close to my home and I never drive there when it’s not actively winter. I bought extra bandages and an antibiotic spray that claimed that it was also a pain-relieving topical analgesic that wouldn’t sting, and I was so eager for some pain relief that I sprayed it onto myself as soon as I went outside the drugstore doors. So if you’d seen me last Wednesday morning outside of CVS, you would have witnessed me pacing back and forth in the parking lost ranting out loud, “You are a LIAR. You LIE. YOU. LIE.” with bubbly pink streams of stinging antiseptic flowing down my limbs. Fun fact: did you know that cursing helps us cope with pain? It’s true. Anyway, there are worse pictures than this, but here’s a little sample:

Oh, and the absolute worst part of having a bike accident? That all those people who say, “You biked here? Be careful. You need to be careful.” now have evidence against me. Leave me alone, people. I love my bike!

And I have other updates, of course, but I’m going to leave it here for now. I am back to Empty Nesting and I am trying to get myself into a better routine where I visit this site more than once a month. So stay tuned and try to be my Accountability Buddy, okay?