It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining the birds chirping and nature looked just like it does in postcards. I decided to dust of my bicycle and take a ride. The beginning was great; I inhaled the fresh air and felt as if I awoke from slumber along with nature. I was relaxed and carefree as one can be. That’s what in the end caused the accident.I was coming onto an intersection that virtually never has any sideways traffic, to the left of me it went on for a little bit and then came onto a dead end, to the right was an old factory children sometimes played in, but there was no reason for cars to go there or to come from that direction.Well, for whatever reason, one car did come from there, and transfixed on the meadow to my left I failed to notice it before it was too late.
I slammed into its side. The driver tried to evade collision but that only made things worse, because when he swerved, instead of going over the car as I would if he stayed on course, I ended up smashing through his rear window and falling head first into the car.I awoke in the hospital where they told me I had bruised ribs, a great number of lacerations, possible head injury, and incredible luck to have survived the accident. They kept me in the hospital for five days to determine that there was no internal bleeding and so they can monitor my recovery and then dismissed me with a prescription for Vicodin.I was instructed to rest, as if I was capable of doing anything else, but the problem was I couldn’t even do that.
I was so banged up that there practically wasn’t a move I could make without yelling out in pain, but even if I didn’t move it was hard to find a comfortable position to lie in without causing pain.Two days passed in such state, two days during which I was becoming increasingly more irritable, restless and angry, I was trying to save Vicodin for truly critical situations, as I didn’t know how long my recuperation will last, but this was enough, I took a pill and waited for the effect. I felt it soon enough, as soon as I did I regretted not taking it earlier. Not only did it relieve the pain it calmed me, made me almost content with my situation, I decided not to overdo it, so I took two pills a day for a week and then reduced the dosage to one daily pill. I consider myself a strong willed man, but I dread to imagine what those several weeks would have looked like without Vicodin, and what effects they would have had on my mental and physical health.