Bicycles, Night and Glaucoma
I had all the confidence in the world. That was six months ago. Somehow the designated bicycle path that I was dutifully riding on vanished beneath me. I remember shooting through a gap in a line of bushes unaware that I was off course. Then I was going off a wall, too late to apply brakes, too late to do much of anything, I was falling and I could not see how far, I could not see the bottom. I think I tried to roll, I think I tried to curl, but it was hard not knowing where the ground was. The impact came suddenly and hard. My right arm took the first impact, then the back of my head and my right shoulder. I rolled flat onto my back. I called my wife and told her what had happened. She asked me if I could get up and I said “no”. Someone took the phone away from me and called 911. I was taken to a Level One trauma center on the upper west side of Manhattan near to where I live. I broke a bunch of bones and punctured my right lung, but worst of all, I had broken my back, my Thoracic 4 Vertebrae.