midst of these positive experiences came the unexpected setback. The Bosborus bridge in Istanbul had already crossed the day before, when my biking on a coastal road on the Marmara Sea at the short-term release of the handlebar, the front screw of the seat post broke.
As a result, I immediately dumped on the trainer down and back. When leaving I took with my calves still fall absorbing the two axle fitting to the rear axle before I hit the ground. My right hand was the first thing that touched the ground and the body part, which then caused me the greatest pain. Then I was also bad - a sign that there is something does not seem to be OK. After initial cooling, I wanted to make lunch for the kids, but the pain in the wrist became more and more unbearable. Fortunately, then Yvonne came home from work and drove me to the emergency room.
After initial radiographs something clear, because apparently nothing was broken, that first ran track of Al-Diban.
By then the nurse was not happy, then ran off again and again - so this is now in Istanbul for hospitals, I thought.
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| waving ... waving up soon ...! |
promoted to a grievous sleepless night the next day but then a CAT scan, two hairline cracks and possibly even a splinter to light, which I rail against an exchange of bright azure blue plaster for the next four weeks einbrachte.Neben my wrists now glowed blue and my calves.
Nice shit, training year is just going shit as last year. In any case, will not give up so quickly and trying times next week to construct something on Tacx, that I can train and possibly some time with the blue arm is not completely free passes.
Otherwise I put fully in the learning process and must make the experience how awesome it really is, a right hand to have. If you do not believe it, then you plastered times with the left teeth, eat next time with 'ne soup, bread smeared with a left click with your mouse left ... and and and ...
