Two days ago, I had a pretty nasty fall off my bike and, along with bruises everywhere on my body, lacerated my arm very deeply. It was the worst accident I’d had since the time I momentarily blacked out in 2011. Well, this time, I was able to finish my workout and bike back home (so it couldn’t have been THAT bad, right?), all the while hoping that my local Urgent Care (right across the street from my home) was open.
Imagine my relief when I rolled in at 4pm on Christmas Eve, and they were open, and the angels there (yes, I really do consider them angels!) took such prompt and excellent care of me, got me stitched up (eight stitches), prescribed antibiotics (thank goodness my local pharmacy was still open, too!), and then sent me on my way.
This whole episode has seriously got me reconsidering making a move somewhere and starting anew with… everything. I mean, is it really worth it? The whole point of moving is to have a fresh start somewhere, totally on my own, but maybe I don’t need to do something so drastic. After all, everything, and I mean everything, I need and could want is right here.
Ugh, I just don’t know what to do. I mean, I hadn’t even been thinking of being close to an urgent care facility or just good medical facilities in general, but Thursday’s episode was a harsh reminder. Maybe, just maybe what I’ll do is stay put where I am, and travel extensively. I’ll travel by myself, so I’ll still have the sense of being on my own and forging my own way, but I won’t have to regret making an expensive and long-term error.
I don’t know. I don’t know. All I do know is that my mind isn’t completely made up. I mean, how I long for this sense of adventure! But is it worth it????