Sorry it's been a while since my last post. I've had a lot happen in the last few days, and this is will probably be a doozy of a post. My apologies in advance.
So to start off my week, Chey asked me to take a vacation day on Monday, because she wanted to go buy a motorcycle and she needed me to give her a lift out to the dealer. Being the good, and lazy, boyfriend that I am, I of course take a day of vacation so that I can help my girl. We take off a little after noon and head out to Kingman (a city I about an hour from here) to go check out this dealer that has caught her attention. We take the long way down to Kingman so that we can scout out the route that Chey will be taking back, and so that we can avoid traffic in both directions.
The dealer was pretty awesome, and I would totally recommend him for anyone in the Wichita area. It was this awesome little shop called Bobz Bikes. Bob is this real down to earth guy who was totally on the level with us. He showed Chey around and helped her pick out the perfect bike. She did all the paperwork, got the loan to go through, got insurance, did everything. If there is one aspect of her personality I would love to emulate, it's that she is very prepared for every situation. Chey had already purchased a helmet, boots, a jacket, and gloves before she even bought the bike. Ok, so, everything is paid for, and off we go.
We leave Kingman and start on our way home. Everything goes off without a hitch until we get close to the Wichita city limits. As we near the city, we have to take a detour because of a crash. This wasn't a huge problem, because this was an area that we were both familiar with. We get into the city and we get stopped at light right before we turn north to go to our apartments. At this point, we are maybe three blocks from home.
The light changes, and Chey goes to make her left turn. As she takes off, the light starts to change, and I don't know if this got to her or what. They say that there are a thousand things that cause a crash. We had been driving for over an hour, we hadn't eaten hardly anything all day, and I'm sure that Chey was hot and a little frustrated by how touchy that clutch is on her brand new shiney bike. All of this added up to her gunning her throttle a little to hard, taking the turn a little too wide, and as she came up to the corner, she should have been able to correct. However, there was some residual sand left on the streets from this winter when the city laid sand to help with the ice, and of course they never cleaned it up.
As soon as Chey hit that sand, it was all over. She hit the curb, launched off the bike, and thankfully landed in the grass. Now, I have a pretty cool head on my shoulders during emergencies, thankfully, but I gunned it through that intersection as hard as my car would accelerate. I drifted in the empty lot and jumped out of the car. By this point, several people who had witnessed what was going on had jumped out of their vehicles and rushed to Chey's aid, some calling the police, some getting her bike off and away from her, and one elderly gentleman who just held her hand the entire time. Thankfully, she was alive and without major injury.
Paramedics, police, and firefighters all rushed on the scene soon after that and got Chey back onto her feet. They gave her the once over, inspected the bike, and got their reports written. We didn't end up going to the hospital due to Chey's complete and utter over-preparedness. Her gear saved her life and left her with little more than some bruises and a bit of road rash.
Chey got very, very lucky. She could have died or have suffered much more severe injuries. She should have had worse injuries. But she didn't. The reason that I waited 4 days to write about all of this is because I have taken all week to process things emotionally, and to take care of (and spoil) Chey. Right now she is laying beside me taking a much need nap and I couldn't be happier about that.
So, that was my Monday. This event has definitely given me some perspective on my relationship, and has kicked my ass into gear to do the chores around the house. It's not that I need to do anything extra, Chey is healing just fine, but now more than ever I just want to do the chores. I want to take all of the burdens that I can muster off her as I can. I want her to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that I love her, and that I would be lost without her, and that I can't imagine my life or how I would be if Monday had gone any differently.
I believe that is probably enough of that subject. I'm still processing some emotions over it, and if I think too hard, I just end up tearing up, so on an emotional level it's still hot to the touch.
Other than that, the week went surprisingly well. Work, while only two days long for me this week, was an easy two days. I put in my written notice to my mangers to let them know that next week will be my last week. It's not surprising to me that they are not even attempting to retain me. They consider me disposable and figure that as soon as I leave, they will find some other yutz to take my place. This all sits just fine with me. I think they are going to leave me alone for the rest of my time here, and that's all I'm after. I do wish I could be a fly on the wall here in a couple more weeks when my boss and my other co-worker leave them. :D
I spent some time with my family today, ate some steak, so that was good. This weekend I will spend a bit of time with Dylan. I'm becoming very fond of my time spent with him every week. We never do much, but that's alright. I just enjoy getting out of town for a bit, spending some time not doing anything at all.
Once again, I apologize for the atrocious length of this post. I just wanted to get all of the details of the crash written down so that this time next year or whenever, I can come back and remember how everything happened. This blog is supposed to not only be a journal to help me sort through my emotions and act as some personal thearapy, but it is also supposed to be a life log to record all of the major events in my life, and I believe this to be a biggy. I'm just so very glad that Chey is ok, and that she will heal up here in the next couple of weeks. Report card time.
Physical: 7/10
Mental: 9/10
Emotional: 5/10
Spiritual: 10/10
Financial: 9/10
Vocational: 10/10
Educational: 7/10
Social: 9/10
Total: 86/100
Grade: B
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