When I was a shorty, I had a yellow ten speed bike; it took me awhile to get the hang of it but, once I did, it was off to the races.One day, I encountered what the Jamaicans call a sleeping policeman and went airborne (sans helmet) over my handlebars. See that vague oval shape above my eyebrow? It was quite nasty and oozing lots of pus at one point. I never saw the inside of a hospital which makes me think about Natasha Richardson. She fell on snow. I bounced off concrete. To borrow a Langston Hughes title -- my soul looks back in wonder.
I suffered another head injury when I was even shorter. My mother was trying to get me to put on pajamas and I ran away, hopped on the bed and bounced off onto a radiator. I went to the hospital instead of to bed and I have a small spot on my head that will never grow hair again.
Maybe I thought I was a gymnast -- trying to do a back handspring or something...
Any memorable injuries?
Happy Friday and a good weekend to all...
