Well, my left foot did.  I can’t catch a freakin break this spring. This website is turning into a document of self-loathing and frustration over not being able to ride my bike.

I was coming back from doing a community partner a solid favor yesterday afternoon.  A lady coming out of one of those parking garages where cars have to cross the sidewalk and yield to pedestrians was watching traffic and not people, and she ran over my damned foot.  I’ll write more later, but her ridiculous “excuse” that it wasn’t her fault was, “I didn’t see you.”  The only yelling I did was after the first time she said that, when I yelled, “Well you should be looking where the fuck we’re going!”  Other than that, I stayed pretty calm because getting her all freaked out wasn’t going to help anything.

How did I know she was the type to get upset?  I can usually read people pretty well (this is documented, damn it!), and she fucking got huffy when I said I was calling the police.  Seriously?  My foot is purple and bleeding because you, technically, struck a pedestian, and you don’t think I’m calling the cops?

I didn’t last time (that fucking pipe), and my insurance companies paid for everything.  Fuck that.  Her insurance company is paying for everything, including replacement Tevas!

So the upshot is that I have “foot trama” and swelling and a fractured toe and have to use crutches for a week or two, possibly see a foot specialist.  With the way I walk and cycle, I think I will just to be safe.

Shit, people are going to think I’m doing all this for attention.  :^P