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In sixty years of cycling, I've often gotten neat chainwheel prints on
my leg, and once I demolished a front derailleur with my ankle, but
I've never bumped a leg on a pedal.
Until last Friday.
After bringing me back from three hours in the emergency room and
twelve stitches, spouse said that he has never bumped a leg on a
pedal.
Have any of you guys ever gotten a cut or a bruise from a pedal?
This was a really-awkward stop. You can't see Winona Avenue from
inside the tunnel on McKinley Street, so a car appeared just as I was standing up on the right pedal, and I had to put my left foot down
very fast. We examined the pedal carefully without findig any trace
of blood, and finally decided that it was the buckle on the toe strap
that did the dirty.
I'm putting Bacitraycin with zinc (the tech said the zinc was
important) on twice a day. The tech who did spouse's latest biopsy
was emphatic that nothing but Vasiline
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I meant to seague into an essay on wound care, but "Last Friday" was
twelve days ago . . . yesterday, it being after midnight, and I'm just
now stealing a few minutes to finish writing.
On the twelfth day, the doctor took a few stitches out, examined the
wound, re-closed with steristrips and told me to come back on Friday,
which is tomorrow now.
If I can't cross Winona on Bronson, from now on I'm going to get off,
walk across, and re-mount in the driveway on the other side, as I did
before they put in the roundabout. Unless some wierd happenstance
leads to wanting to turn right at that intersection.
And I really, really hate going everywhere by car, particularly in roundabouts where the huge outside mirror is exactly where I need to
look for traffic. And there are two roundabouts on the route to the
Parkview emergency room. But I've realized that I can do a major
shopping at Aldi on the way back, since I'll already be on the other
side of 30.
In sixty years of cycling, I've often gotten neat chainwheel prints on
my leg, and once I demolished a front derailleur with my ankle, but
I've never bumped a leg on a pedal.
Until last Friday.
After bringing me back from three hours in the emergency room and
twelve stitches, spouse said that he has never bumped a leg on a
pedal.
Have any of you guys ever gotten a cut or a bruise from a pedal?
This was a really-awkward stop. You can't see Winona Avenue from
inside the tunnel on McKinley Street, so a car appeared just as I was standing up on the right pedal, and I had to put my left foot down
very fast. We examined the pedal carefully without findig any trace
of blood, and finally decided that it was the buckle on the toe strap
that did the dirty.
I'm putting Bacitraycin with zinc (the tech said the zinc was
important) on twice a day. The tech who did spouse's latest biopsy
was emphatic that nothing but Vasiline
-------
I meant to seague into an essay on wound care, but "Last Friday" was
twelve days ago . . . yesterday, it being after midnight, and I'm just
now stealing a few minutes to finish writing.
On the twelfth day, the doctor took a few stitches out, examined the
wound, re-closed with steristrips and told me to come back on Friday,
which is tomorrow now.
If I can't cross Winona on Bronson, from now on I'm going to get off,
walk across, and re-mount in the driveway on the other side, as I did
before they put in the roundabout. Unless some wierd happenstance
leads to wanting to turn right at that intersection.
And I really, really hate going everywhere by car, particularly in roundabouts where the huge outside mirror is exactly where I need to
look for traffic. And there are two roundabouts on the route to the
Parkview emergency room. But I've realized that I can do a major
shopping at Aldi on the way back, since I'll already be on the other
side of 30.
In sixty years of cycling, I've often gotten neat chainwheel prints on
my leg, and once I demolished a front derailleur with my ankle, but
I've never bumped a leg on a pedal.
Until last Friday.
After bringing me back from three hours in the emergency room and
twelve stitches, spouse said that he has never bumped a leg on a
pedal.
Have any of you guys ever gotten a cut or a bruise from a pedal?
This was a really-awkward stop. You can't see Winona Avenue from
inside the tunnel on McKinley Street, so a car appeared just as I was >standing up on the right pedal, and I had to put my left foot down
very fast. We examined the pedal carefully without findig any trace
of blood, and finally decided that it was the buckle on the toe strap
that did the dirty.
I'm putting Bacitraycin with zinc (the tech said the zinc was
important) on twice a day. The tech who did spouse's latest biopsy
was emphatic that nothing but Vasiline
-------
I meant to seague into an essay on wound care, but "Last Friday" was
twelve days ago . . . yesterday, it being after midnight, and I'm just
now stealing a few minutes to finish writing.
On the twelfth day, the doctor took a few stitches out, examined the
wound, re-closed with steristrips and told me to come back on Friday,
which is tomorrow now.
If I can't cross Winona on Bronson, from now on I'm going to get off,
walk across, and re-mount in the driveway on the other side, as I did
before they put in the roundabout. Unless some wierd happenstance
leads to wanting to turn right at that intersection.
And I really, really hate going everywhere by car, particularly in >roundabouts where the huge outside mirror is exactly where I need to
look for traffic. And there are two roundabouts on the route to the
Parkview emergency room. But I've realized that I can do a major
shopping at Aldi on the way back, since I'll already be on the other
side of 30.
And as such if you do loose contact with the pedal ie crash or something close to they can attack one.