Bumps and bruises
As I was telling a colleague over IM: I've been through robberies (gunpoint and knife), quite a few accidents, some other near-accidents and other scary moments. But I have never, ever been as scared as I was yesterday.
I answered my cell, only to hear "please come, your wife was hit by a car". I live on a 7th floor (8th for Americans). I called the elevator but decided I'd get down faster over the stairs; so I flashed my way down without even turning on the lights.
Half a block to the avenue (running, of course) and my heart started beating again. There was Luciana, standing on her feet.
She had been hit by a car while crossing an avenue. The asshole who hit her came in from a side street and into the avenue and "never saw her". Idiot.
A small nervous breakdown from my wife and 15 x-rays later we went back home. All she has is some bumps (legs, back, left side of her face) and some paranoia. She's on painkillers and at home, but safe and almost unharmed. I thank the Christian and Pagan gods, angels, luck, good fortune and whoever you might see fit for that.
Stitch me up
A couple of months ago I posted how I started playing and enjoying Squash.
Yesterday, though, misfortune hit me. Well, not really "misfortune" but rather my opponent's racket.
4 stitches on the inside of my upper lip later I only feel a tad uncomfortable, but luckily not much pain. The only bad thing is that eating and brushing my teeth have become time consuming tasks.
2 gross pictures follow to illustrate the damage. You'll see that with my mouth shut I look like I just had a bad collagen lip fill.
