Haze

I awoke looking up into the sky. Concerned faces hovering over me, through the fog I heard someone ask me if I was ok, instinctivly I answered yes. As I struggled to my feet a hazy memory hovered over me, the white patrol car veering over to the curb suddenly, the white door meeting my front tire, going over, spinning then nothing, nothing until I looked up into those concerned faces. The policeman was there talking, I was not there to answer, the crash had altered me and everything seemed to flow together slowly, voices buzzed along at a rate much too fast for me to understand. Someone pushed my bike bag into my hand and I struggled to attach it to my bicycle, my arms moved involuntarily making this small task almost impossible.

Still the policeman spoke on, irratating, disembodied voice insisting that I speak with him. I became angry, doesn't he know how hard it is for me just to think. I told him to leave me alone as I got on my bicycle. As I struggled to get away an angry crowd began to harass him from the sidewalk;"start seeing cyclist" said one, "hey get your eyes checked said another" and "leave him alone!" Then suddenly I was a block away, peddling to work, my arms and legs wobbling in rythm, heart racing. What happened to me I thought, I had a vague memory and that was it. I arrived at work early and my coworker asked "what the hell, you look awful, what happened to you". I simply said, "hit by a police car". Twenty five minutes later one fire and rescue truck, an ambulance and two patrol cars arrived at work. I was a little embarrassed by all the attention, and a little sore. My mind began to clear as they asked me the same questions over and over, "where do you hurt, do yo want to go to the hospital, what happened?' I was relieved when they left, but a bit worried about how I would feel the next morning.

Today my leg is sore. I am doing well considering what happened yesterday though. I am also very grateful.

While riding my bike to work today, keeping a sharp lookout for police cars and wondering as I peddled along about the mayor, whom I hit on my bicyle last year, is this his way of paying me back?