T + 5 weeks |
On the negative side, I am constantly astounded by the way it can fall apart so easily in the first place (both mentally and physically). It is for this reason, that certain objects, such as bicycle helmets, were invented.
As it so turns out, this story would not have been much different were said bicycle helmet on my head in the first place, but another story down the track might just be - hence its very procurement...
I'll let the pictures tell the story rather than words, it is that much more amusing.
2 days after - Fat Albert, here I come! Oh, and now I notice bruising and grazing on my neck and chest |
The day after - before the swelling started |
T+10 days - I can't take the beard! |
So I shave off what I can |
3 weeks later - looking nothing worse than someonewho has had a amateur plastic surgeon work on him |
But, as they say, when you fall off your bike, you have to get back on again. And so, after my visit to the ER I returned to pick up my bike and ride home (of course, my bike wasn't locked up so I just didn't want it to get stolen...)
Admittedly, the pain really wasn't that bad - but having stitches put in your upper lip after receiving what must have been saline water as an anaesthetic, is not pleasant. Nor, of course, is having them yanked out through scabs. Ouch!
I'm pleased to see that you got yourself a helmet. Although must admit that maybe a full motor bike type helmet may have been better :)
ReplyDeleteIt seems that your beard got damaged too and turned grey ;)
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