Last night at nine pm, I was relaxing from a long day. I’d taken my boyfriend to have a colonoscopy that day, which had involved going down to his house the night before, sleeping badly due to him not being in bed with me (he stayed up all night due to the prep) and then getting up at 5:30 am to take him to the hospital for the procedure. Having got him back home and fed at last, Bear came and picked me up and took me back home. I got two hour’s nap, got up at five, and made supper for myself and our roommate, since Bear had gone off on a Patriot Guard mission. They were doing a presentation about the Patriot Guard at a local church, for their youth group.
And I got a call from a woman who’d been riding with him that my husband had been in a motorcycle accident and was being taken to the local hospital. So I grabbed the hospital bag and a change of clothes for him and went off to the local hospital.
Essentially, the big stuff is fine, or no worse than it was. Despite not wearing a helmet (I’ll kick his ass for that later) his only injuries are facial; he faceplanted into a traffic barrel and it broke his riding goggles, which gave him a lot of facial bruising and a spectacular cut around his right orbit. About where the edge of the glasses would run, of course. And he’s broken his right ankle. And royally pissed off his entire body, plus road rash in several places.
Surprisingly, the bike is not totalled. The fairing is toast, one hard saddlebag is in pieces, and the turn signal and brake pedal are bent. However, he won’t be riding it again this season, and at minimum we’d have to get him a windshield, a new saddlebag to match the other, and get the brake pedal and turn signal fixed, and who knows where we’ll be with that after this winter. Right now it’s at a friend’s house; this afternoon I’ll call and they’ll put it away in its trailer.
I’m not going to ask for any money just yet; my mother loaned me crutches and a walker she had, and that’s helping a lot, and we already had an electric mobility scooter, which will help.
I’ll leave you with a fabulous picture of him this morning. After we completed the difficult and dangerous job of changing underwear, he went back to sleep. After we convinced the kitten that he was not a good ambush point and launch pad. But that’s a kitten for you.
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By the way, he’s conceded victory to the traffic barrel.
