I had a bush bike accident yesterday in National Park. Apparently the sharp down hill and the bumpy corner are not a good combination. I went very fast because I didn’t use the brake. Six-week practice gave me the risky confidence that I shouldn’t have had. Then the next thing I know, I fell down the ground hard kissing the dirt while the wheels of my bike were spinning in the air. I got scratches and bruises all over my body, literally, and that all-over-my-body sadly includes my face. Honey said luckily I didn’t break any bones, otherwise I would probably have to cancel my ticket to home.
Physical pains usually make people emotional vulnerable. You would think, wouldn't you? But interestingly I was fine after the crash until honey turned up, like what kids usually do to their parents. He rode faster than me along the track, so he wasn’t around at that exact moment. After the crash, I got up, made sure that all my limbs are still connected and I could move without unbearable pains and then went to pick up my bike. The wounds were covered by blood and dirt; my white t-shirt turned to brown with the stain of blood; one of my eyes became dark with bruises and fresh scratches on my chin; “you look like coming from a war.” said honey later on. Despite I looked like being seriously injured, I seemed in a blank emotionally. I didn’t cry or feel sorry about what just happened. “I fell” seemed to be the only thing I could comprehend at that moment with no further information whatsoever. Then honey turned up, looked at me in an absolute shock and spreaded out all his cares and worries, which hit my emotion badly. I started crying. The more I cried, the more pains I felt, the harder I then cried. Honey was very sweet, as he always is. He comforted, encouraged, indulged, spoiled me in whatever ways he possible could and provided such good and thorough medical treatments to all of my scratches that I started calling him doc since. He said he could have been a bloody good surgen if he wanted to.
I shall remember this date – the biggest accident I’ve ever had in my life (at least so far and wishing no more in the future). Although I wasn’t in the perfect luck that it happened to me, I have been lucky for a number of reasons. One, I was wearing halmet. I have been having constant headache ever since the crash, which was more than 24 hours ago by now, as I bashed my head on the ground or my bike and as where my dark eye was coming from, not mention what would happen to me if I didn’t wear halmet. While I was a little worried that the headache might be diagonising some damages of my head by the accident, “kind and nice” honey reassured my concern by telling me that my head couldn’t possibly have more damages than it already has. 
Two, we upgraded our bikes a couple of weeks ago. In spite of all the damages I have, my bike is as good as new. I wish I was the same strong. It provided the convenience we needed after crash that I could ride back to our car instead of walking – I’m talking about 10km here from the accident spot to car park, and then I could get treated quicker. Three, I have honey to look after me. Although he’s not a doctor or anything like that, he learned from his experience of “being in the similar even more serious situation a million times since being a kid” – so he speaks, he knows very well what he’s doing. Four, I could get a couple of days off from work – sleeping in helps healing process. 
Coming to a conclusion, I’m still functioning, not in my best shape though.
