"How I went through the mud but got back on top of it myself"
April 2, 2021
On Wednesday, March 31 March, Robbert and I went cycling over the dyke after dinner. Halfway the road to Lexmond we took a small road down to go home via the hamlet of Helsdingen.
I just wanted to take a nice photo from a "bridge", of a ditch between the meadows, where the reflection was clearly visible. After this action I wanted to get back on the bike and pushed myself against the wall. However, this went wrong, my foot slid away and I fell over that wall, towards the ditch. I tried grabbing the branches of the overhanging tree, but ... I fell 2.5 meters down. And as a bonus, my bike came after me too, on top of my shoulder / neck.
I Went completely under water, with the bike on top of me... luckily I didn't panic. When I came back up again and looked up, I saw a number of people standing next to Robbert. I stood there, waist-deep in the water and knees in the mud, checking my body to see if something was wrong. At the time I only felt pain in my shoulder (where that bike fell on) and shin, but apparently hadn't broken anything.
One of those people went to the residents - of the house that adjoined the ditch - to ask if they could help pull the bicycle and me out of the water, they had two straps with them. I attached this to my bike so that they could lift it up without a problem.
But I still had to get out. They also wanted to do that with those straps, but that didn't seem like such a good plan. Through that mud I walked to the side and climbed up independently (holding on to the branches that same tree ). I was glad I was wearing sneakers.
At the top, I first let the water drip off me a bit and told my story to the "rescuers", because they naturally wondered how I got there in that water.
After Robbert took a picture of me looking like a drowned cat, I got back on the bike (which luckily was fine) and drove home. We removed all wet stuff in the carport so that it could go straight into the laundry.
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And when I went into the shower, the after shock came, I realized that this could actually have gone very wrong, if, for example, that bike had landed on my head ... but I shouldn't think about that, because it all went well.
Our telephones (Robbert's was - together with his (car) keys - in my bicycle bag) also survived that time under water, I only lost my Ray Ban sunglasses. My Puma sneakers went into the Biotex for one night, I don't know what they are like yet, but I fear the worst for the inside.
Days-after Sleeping was almost impossible, not even with some Tramadol. I could not lie on my right side or back, pain woke me up with every turn. I am now quite stiff and covered with scratches and bruises. Especially the shoulder, neck and right upper arm + shin bone still hurt. My manager called me in ‘sick’ on Thursday, so that I could take it easy and recover from the shock.
That day rest was good, although everything now (Friday) still feels sore and apparently more and more scratches are visible, but I feel a bit fitter. I slept better last night thanks to the oxycodon, hopefully that will continue. Shoulder and shin are still the most important areas of interest, so I will continue to pay attention to that. Hopefully the rest will heal again soon. Thursday evening, Robbert and I went back to take a good look at the scene of the disaster and to make some photos, that would be good processing the "trauma". That scenery came in for a moment, especially the height ...
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While it certainly could have gone wrong, I came out well, that's the most important thing.
This whole action could have been a scene in one of Bridget Jones' movies. And if it hadn't happened on Wednesday, it would have been a joke for yesterday’s April Fools’ Day ...
I hope In a little while I can laugh about it myself.
Ciao! Chantal













