I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry that when I got on my bike this morning I wasn't totally ready. I'm sorry it rained. I'm sorry I had a little spill, right in the front yard.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
But damn, you're one to hold a grudge. Granted, this only happened this morning, but I get the distinct feeling that this pain is going to stick around for a long time. (A long time says the internet. Some internet poster even says it is a pain I might feel for the rest of my life. But, then I might know when it's going to rain.)
It's hard to cough, choke, laugh or adjust my seating. That's mean. And I'm icing you once an hour. That's cold. All this for my bruised tailbone.
Srsly. This is going to take a while. It also means that I can't lie down unless I really really mean it. It's unclear yet whether or not this is good for my work ethic.
And in all of this I feel just little bit dumb that I don't know how to ride my bike.
love,
hannah
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