On the bike again

Three months ago, as a result of an object getting stuck between the front wheel of my bicycle and its frame, I was thrown onto concrete road and broke my jaw. It was the first (and I hope the last) time I got to see the inside of an ambulance car. I also chiped my front tooth and the doctors had to stitch me up (7 stitches on my face and 2 on my hand). I spent 3 days in a hospital and 2 months recovering from my injuries. My mouth was wired shut for 3 weeks and I could not chew for 5 weeks. It was the hardest thing I ever had to endure in my life. I am not a complainer and the physical piece did not bother me much. However, the emotional aspect took a real toll and I felt isolated and undignified, unable to eat, talk or show my bruised face in public.

I am happy to report that today was the first day I got back on my bike. Although I was a bit uneasy at first, it feels good to do something I love again. It was a small victory for me. The healing stage is now complete.