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Where have I been? I’ve been living in a small town. And it caused a slight panic this summer.
At the beginning of summer, I did a triathlon sprint distance and I was feeling pretty proud of myself. So I decided to go for a road bike ride in the morning and a mountain bike ride in the evening in June. During the mountain bike ride, I crashed. And I ended up landing on a handlebar that somehow was bent straight up. It hurt.
I had to get surgery, to make sure all the veins and arteries weren’t too badly destroyed.
This sounds bad, but to be honest, it wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was the fact that EVERYONE knew. I woke up the day after the surgery to see that I actually knew my surgeon and had gone to Christmas parties with him. My husband would come home from work, ask me if I knew someone because they’d heard about my accident. I didn’t always know them.
I left the country right after, so Kevin wanted extra opinions this would be ok so I saw a couple extra doctors. A friend went KAYAKING and my accident came up. (It came up a lot mountain biking, but that’s within context.) Another friend went to a quilt shop in ANOTHER town and heard about it. I went to the public pool and saw my general practitioner and made a fool out of myself (future writing there.) For about 4 weeks, I was asked how I was. This is incredibly nice but odd when you can’t figure out how someone knows…
Having people know details about my anatomy and discuss it kind of freaked me out.
THEN, ok, this is where I admit slight stupidity, I messaged two friends on Facebook and I wanted to delete the messages. You can’t delete personal messages. I felt like an idiot for what I’d written and there was NOTHING I could do about it. (You can delete posts, so I thought you could delete personal messages. There is some logic there. Give me a break. Didn’t you hear? I was in an accident.)
And then I realized the world is very, very small.
I know I wrote about the accident on here, but who reads this? At least in town… I’m huge in Taiwan. On Thursdays.
I freaked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep blogging because I was freaking out about people knowing things about me and to continue to write about myself on the Internet seemed counter-intuitive. (All of my therapists agreed.) So I stepped back and I really couldn’t decide what to do. I did pretty much the only thing a person should do in an indecisive situation.
I put the question to Facebook. And 5 people said yes. So here I am.
But some things will change.
1. Due to copyright, I will be posting personal and probably unrelated and unidentifiable photos instead of relative ones from the internet.
2. Occasionally I will make something completely up to see if people in town really do read this.
3. And during Chinese New Year, my entries will be entirely in Mandarin.
What do you think?