If you haven't heard, I ate it while biking through West Oakland yesterday, tried to avoid some train tracks, inadvertently steered into a pothole and somehow broke my femur. Went through surgery this morning, and I can already walk mostly fine though with a bit of pain. They're going to keep me for another night here, not sure if it'll last longer than that but we'll see. Modern medicine is amazing, there is no cast!
I've been in good company so far (Al is sleeping in one of those crappy hospital room chairs) and the hospital staff here has yet to fail. I'll most likely be here for another night. Some people have asked for visitor information, poke me if you'd like to visit (but honestly nothing special is happening).
Thanks for all the well wishes, but what I would appreciate far more is for folks to (properly) wear their helmets. There's a good chunk of my helmet that compressed and crumpled during the fall, I would have been seriously fucked if I wasn't wearing it. And don't give me that shit about not riding in traffic. There were no cars around when I hit the pothole from hell.
Photo by Sofauxboho, shared under the Creative Commons Attribution license.
