YES, I BUSTED MY ASS...OUCH!

this is moni... norma's been posting here too...we were unable to blog because although we stayed at nice hotels, they did not have business centers and we were wiped out each evening to go look for an internet cafe...eating and drinking beer and wine was waaaaaaayyyyy more important than blogging...anyway, on day five of the ride i busted my ass...we were in what could be described as a forested area..."off road" cycling...i hit a patch of rocks...my bike twisted and i went sliding thru the dirt and rocks...the guide had gone on ahead of me and norma so we were on our own to patch up my busted knee...norma had a first aid kit that i had been carting for four days in my bike pouch...just that morning i had told her i refused to carry the first aid kit around...we don't need it...it's just taking up room in my pouch...well, good for norma telling me she was gonna go ahead and carry it in her pouch...anyway, after i fell i still had to cycle for a good hour out of that area...i was riding on pure adrenaline and fear...we get to the hospital and imagine a place that looks like time had stopped in the year 1950...and i'm probably being generous by giving it that year...the other riders that had seen my knee all said oh yeah, you'll have to get stitches for that...i've never had stitches so i didn't know what to expect...i communicate with the doc thru the cycle guide (Martina) who's interpreting for me...first of all they would not give me anything like a shot to help with the pain...i was told a shot would hurt more than what they would actually do...okie dokie...i lay down on the bed and the doc proceeds to get this scrubbing brush and starts scrubbing the dirt and grit out...i thought i would pass out from the fucking pain...norma will have to give her version of the events...then, the stitching starts...wow, talk about wanting to fucking hit somebody...i was hanging on to Martina's hand for dear life...crying, screaming...she was so awesome holding my hand and patting my head...like a little kid i kept asking her is it almost done?...is it almost done now?...one more stitch monica...then i feel the needle again...what are they doing martina???...sorry monica maybe two more stitches....aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!...i ended up with seven stitches...i can honestly say i've never felt pain like that...yes, i'm a drama queen...diva...but dammit that hurt like fuck...oh, but the best part, after i fell i had to check my hands...i did not break a nail!...cuz u know had i done that i would have had to find a nail salon :-) ...that's all i got!