It's one of the wonders of being a medic myself and knowing my body. I know my body well enough to know when things are seriously damaged.
I'm still waiting for my nerves to calm down enough to tell whether my toe is broken. My nerves flare up so bad when I first get hurt that it takes me a while to know what is just my nerves and what is actually injured.
The other day at a protest, I was cruising down the middle of the street because the sidewalks are so bad. Like they are bumpy.
They do not maintain that area by the Penumbra building really at all. So when you add the hill and the sidewalk and all, it just becomes dangerous.
If you go too fast there is no way to slow down and so I had to drag my foot, which you know, for me is kind of a last option.
A pothole grabbed my foot, ripped it under the front of the wheelchair, and it was enough to flip the wheelchair.
The force I hit the ground with was just insane.
The impact on the ground was sickening. I was lucky I was wearing that helmet. I was probably fifteen feet in front of everybody.
They brought the whole protest to a stop. The entire march all came to help me out, get me back up. Pick up all my stuff. They were just amazing, you know? They helped me down the rest of the hill to make sure I didn't go too fast. They were right there. They were awesome. They were awesome.