I ripped my jersey. My knee hurt, and I had somehow landed on my palms. My right palm had swelled up big time in the time it took for me to stand up -- I couldn't even put the side closest to my thumb on my handlebars. My left elbow was totally messed up and very bloody.
I continued on up the mountain (this happened at the beginning of a 7 mile climb), and when I finally got there, I called Brigid to meet me at the closest town. I had to ride another 12 miles or so, but Brigid picked me up and took me to my car, and I drove to Urgent Care. After waiting for an hour, I found out that there were no x-rays that day. So then I went to the ER. I spent about two hours in the cleanest, least chaotic ER I have EVER been in -- it was almost a pleasure to be there. It even smelled good. Very bizarre. I had x-rays of both hands and there are no breaks. I was very pleased.
So, I have a jersey to mend, lots of wash, my front wheel is almost certainly going to need to be replaced, and the hoods on my handlebars are messed up. However, I have no broken bones, and the frame of my very expensive and beloved bike is not harmed. All in all, a good day. Here are a couple of pictures of my wounds -- my right hand and my knee.


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