All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.
Acts 2:44-47 (context)
Yesterday hurt, in all manner of different ways. My car-bike collision injuries ached worse than on Sunday, and the longer I spent sitting, the worse I felt. Then, too, the “cold” I contracted on Saturday night turned into an evil beast: I hardly slept on Sunday night, between the bruising from my fall and my congested nose.
For the first time ever, I commuted to the Bicycle Alliance completely without a bike. I took the bus and walked, which hurt, of course. As the day wore on, my bruised hip became increasingly painful, my head throbbed, I kept accidentally leaning on my bruised elbow, my nose ran, my eyes felt hot and scratchy, and I ached all over. By 2:00 in the afternoon, after having struggled through a minimal amount of work, I threw in the towel and caught the 255 back home. Most of the bus ride I spent with my eyes closed, trying to not feel my aching head and body.
When I got home, I curled up in front of the fireplace and didn’t move for three hours. By evening I had spiked a fever of 101 degrees and felt even more miserable than earlier in the day. I crawled into bed early, sent Ian to the store for NyQuil, and went to sleep early. About 10:50 I woke up drenched in sweat, took a shower, and went back to sleep. I don’t think I actually completely woke up for that shower, and I know for a fact that Ian didn’t wake up at all.
This morning I woke up feeling much better, but decided that, after the Monday misery, I would do well to stay home and rest. Turns out I actually haven’t rested much: I worked remotely for at least 4 hours, plus Ian and I drove my bike down to Pedal Dynamics to get Dean’s estimate on repair costs ($990). I left the bike at Gregg’s Cycles for a third estimate, which I’m assuming will come in right around $1,000 as well.
This afternoon a guy from Hertz called about the “incident” on Saturday. We talked about it a little bit and he asked if he could record my statement for the record. I agreed. He proceeded to ask me specific questions, which I answered as truthfully as I could in as much detail as possible. I told him exactly what I would have told the police, if they’d asked, and what I’d tell anybody else. I now have his name, phone number, and email address, which gives me a handle on Hertz. He said he would take care of all of the Hertz end of things. I agreed to email him copies of all the bike shop repair estimates, provided him with the phone number and case number for the Bellevue Police Department, and the (incorrect, as it turns out) medical report information.
The EMS medical incident report form really confused me. It’s a carbon copy of the form, and the guy who filled it out didn’t press down hard enough on 90% of the form, including the part where it says “Agency:” The form doesn’t say anywhere else what emergency medical response team it might have come from, and I couldn’t remember if I’d gotten it from the EMTs or the Fire Department, or which city either had come from. Some confused phone calls to the Bellevue Fire Department records people sorted it out: Bellevue Medic 3 responded, but since I didn’t have to go to the hospital, they left. It was Redmond’s Fire Department EMTs who treated me on the scene, and they’re the people who actually have the medical report I want. I called them, but nobody answered — which seemed odd — so I left a message.
This entire process is sure gonna take a long time, if only because of how hard it is to get all the paperwork in place. Come back in a month and I’m sure I’ll feel the same way, but more so.
Oh, and Ian’s job interview? He got an offer. Which he’s taking. We are super excited about that great news.