Food and Bike Crash

I'll say this about Korean food: my digestive system's response to it is a constant surprise.

On Sunday I was in a bike crash. I had ridden about 10 or 15 miles along the river, and I was on a pretty heavily travelled bike path. As I was riding two abreast in the eastbound lane of the bike path, another biker in the westbound lane made a left turn into me. I'm not sure exactly what happened, because I blacked out, but when I woke up there were people rolling me over onto my back. It seems I broke my fall with my face, which in turn broke my face. I have a broken schnozzer and a wicked headache, but other than that I'm fine. Everyone around was really helpful, including tiny Korean children, who smiled and waved and flashed thumbs-up at me, and my boss from work who came to the hospital and helped me avoid a tetanus booster in the ass. At the scene of the crash, someone called the police, people brought cold washcloths for my head, one guy seemed to be on dedicated keep-Brett-from-trying-to-sit-up duty, and a few minutes later an ambulance came and took me to the emergency room.

In the emergency room, I had two x-rays, a CT scan to check for bleeding into my brain, a shot of antibiotics, and a blood test. All of that, plus the ambulance trip, cost $240. A police officer came to the hospital later with the cyclist who hit me. That cyclist told the officer it was his fault, so he's paying for all my medical costs, which I feel kind of bad about, but I guess that's how it works. Anyway, no infection, no internal bleeding, just a broken nose. I might need surgery to make sure it heals properly, but I won't know until Thursday.

So far, the worst part is that I can't wear my glasses. Apparently they put too much pressure on my broken schnozzer. Teaching a bunch of colorful blobs has been interesting. "Hey you--blurry kid in the back. Wearing red. Yeah, you. Pay attention." On the plus side, I now have a good reason for being slow at learning names.