Thursday, March 01, 2007

Please Let Me Explain

It has been almost two months since our last entry and so much has happened, yet not a peep. I know that many of you have faithfully checked in regularly for an update, only to be disappointed by old news. Our most humble apologies, but...

Shortly after the New Year, we found out that we had to move from our home (landlord having financial issues), which of course if right up there with death and divorce as far as emotions go. We were in shock, numb and in denial, all while searching for the perfect flat. The chaos of boxes everywhere and disorganization touched on depression and despair and we basically shut out the outside world. Two months later and barely into our new abode, we are now reorganizing our lives.

In between all of this, Jesee was a victim of a hit and run accident while riding his bike. Witnesses reported that it was a semi-truck that hit him from behind and flipped him into the air before he landed hard on the concrete and opened his eyes to see their faces staring down at him. With more lives than an alley cat, Jesee walked away from this without any broken bones. The ambulance could not take his bike with them to the hospital, so he declined their recommendation. However, the RCMP did give him a lift home, so that he could put his bike away before seeking medical attention. Jesee can truly say without exaggeration, "I feel like I've been hit by a truck!".

Recovery with the help of painkillers, massage and physio has been slow, but steady progress. It's a miracle that he was not more seriously injured and what probably saved him was his Xen
helmet and being hit from behind. Not knowing what was about to happen, gave him no time to tense his body in preparation for impact and fly as free as a rag doll.

Valentine's and Chinese New Year celebrations took a back seat to sorting, packing and schlepping boxes. Even dinners at home have been mediocre...bleh.

What kept me going were my Survivor Bootcamp classes. Three times a week at 6 a.m., I'd work my arse out for an hour and rid myself of any stress before going to work. It kept me sane and nice, and I highly recommend this to anyone who loves pushing his or her limits to the max. "Sir, yes sir!"

Soon enough, I will start commuting and try not to think the worse of drivers on my daily rides. Just what kind of person would leave someone injured lying on the road anyway?