Riding a bike over 50 kms to get home
with a seriously injured left eye and a hangover
is not conducive to riding.
In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I injured my left eye
due to an old-fashioned street fight.
Which was a stupid thing for me to do, considering
the other guy was half my age and I was drunk.
It was the grand opening of my friend's bar and it was the end
of the night, the crowd spilled outside and the natives were restless.
This one guy started trash talking my friend's bar and his wife and
some of the other women that were in our company.
I told the Dude to shut up and he told me to come over and make him,
thinking I was still a young teenager and with liquid courage I stepped up.
He decided to take the first swing and I started defending myself,
we were trading blows and I managed to land a couple of good ones.
But like any fight it only lasts a few seconds, it came to an end when he landed a good one just over my left eye and split it open like a can of tuna. Sure enough the blood started flowing like a fountain, funny
how much blood you have in your face.
I knew I was seriously hurt, as the punch shook me and my knees buckled, but I managed to stand my ground and I did not go down.
I knew if I did, it would be a much worse fate for me.
Luckliy for me the crowd broke the two us apart and my friend's wife
tried to stop the bleeding my pressing her hand against my eye.
Poor girl got more blood over her, than I did on myself.
Then the guy's girlfriend jumped on her and started pulling her hair,
until someone took the girl off her.
By then the cops showed up, threw the guy in the paddy wagon, my friends took me back into the bar and my friend and the manager tended to my gashing wound trying to stop the bleeding, while also trying to calm me down as I was still full of adreneline and excited.
The cops asked me if I wanted to press charges against my opponent as he was the one who started the fight, but I declined telling the police it was a fair fight and I lost, plus I should have walked away.
The ambulance showed up and took me to the hospital, after a short waiting period, the caring nurse and good doctor patched me up with several stitches and tetanus shot for good measure.
The next morning was a challenge, with my left eye swollen shut
and a pounding headache and too few hours of sleep, I had to ride my bike over 50kms down the 401 to get home to London.
That was the wrose condition I have ever been in while riding my bike,
it is not recommended.
Julia always told me to enjoy life, because you never know when it wil be your last day.
This is why I have decided to quit drinking, I have a drinking problem
and it is now been made painfully aware to me that I need help.
I will gladly accept it now, as I know I cannot face this new challenge alone.
I am not sure why I decided to share this with you, I guess because I still feel that my fellow Vromies and BCSB are my family, even though I am no longer in Vancouver. Also because Julia used to always be there for me, she always listened to my rantings and going on's, as did Bog and many more of my good Vrom friends and BCSB members.
Thanks for letting me be part of your community.
Vromie and former BCSB in London