And Mollie washed my hair

On Saturday morning, I crashed on my bike.  Oh, wait. Not my bike, that would make life too easy.  Someone else's bike, which I should not have been riding. Anyway, I made some not smart choices and crashed.  And even though I went crashing off the bike and had a nice hard collision with the asphalt, I was very blessed. The palms of my hands were ripped up, my chin and elbow scraped fairly badly, my bra broken (but the same area of body saved a lot more of me from being hurt), and a bunch of places bruised and hurting.  But all things considered, I felt like I came out really quite well. I was very, very blessed.  Maybe someday I'll be allowed to see the angels that cushioned the impact.  And made sure no cars came by for a good couple of minutes afterward.

When it happened a guy was outside across the street.  He came over to make sure I was okay, see if I needed an ambulance. I sat for awhile so I didn't go into complete shock and he waited with me the whole time.  Then my roommate, Laura came and got me and the bike.  She can't handle blood, so she told me to just sit in the car where she didn't have to look; but she took the bike apart and got us all home.

Then roommate Katrina cleaned out the wounds, staunched the blood and bandaged everything up (it took a lot of various sized bandaids, but still--no stitches, nothing life-changing serious).

I slept for awhile, on and off most of the day. At some point in the afternoon, my visiting teacher Anne came and took me to run a couple of errands (what I'd been trying to do).

And then Mollie, my VT companion and friend, washed my hair.  Let me tell you, washing someone else's hair isn't on everyone's list of fun things to do.  And my hair is very long and not necessarily fun. I thought she might back out when I warned her about curly hair.
Here's the thing about curly hair--where everyone else's shed throughout the days, curly hair falls out of the scalp but stays with the rest of the curls. So when you wash it, handfuls come out.  It's awesome.

Anyway, she carefully washed, conditioned and even gelled my hair. It was above and beyond normal kindness and I was extremely grateful.  Especially in my somewhat fragile state that day, it made me cry as I told my mother later that day.

I am so blessed.

p.s. I have some picture of the hair washing that I'll post one of these days.
I also have picture of my hands from a couple of days later. I will not post them

p.p.s. Everything is healing SOOO quickly. Must be that my body thinks it's a child's body, after all.