left turn ahead, aaaaand……ouch

so 2 days ago i had a little accident. i was riding a scooter for the first time out on open roads and it all worked out well for 1.5 hours or so. maybe less, it felt like a long time. the more miles i did the more confident i felt and hey, it was fun!

whereas 2 years ago, when i first tried riding a scooter, 8mph seemed like the speed of light, i was now doing 40mph comfortably and without fear. we were riding back roads with little to no traffic so i got a lot of road exposure without the fear of being run over by a bus or something.

eventually, we got to a t-intersection, coming in on the long end of the t and trying to make a left turn. well, that didn’t go so well. i took the turn too wide and then there was no road left, just the guard rail. the asphalt, however, ended before the rail covered the street so the front tire went into the mud and that sealed my fate. with the wheel in the mud there was no way i could avoid a crash and at some point the scooter slipped from under me making a fall to the left, i fell to the right and boom, that was that.

my knee hurt immediately. big time. as in tears-ouch-i-broke-something. i got off by climbing over the handlebars and hobbled a few feet  all the while cussing and cursing and crying. my knee hurt so much i was sure there was something broken in there but it felt like one piece when i touched it.

my special someone thankfully remained calm, moved the scooter from the road and did not reproach me, for crashing the scooter, for not making the turn, for being stupid…all the things i scolded myself for. instead he only wanted to know about my health, making sure i wasn’t seriously hurt.

there is a background story to having an accident and being reproached for damaging the car (despite the whole thing not being my fault, it was a hit and run where i was hit at 120km/h and tried my best not to be killed on a 4-lane highway). anyways, that drama came back to me immediately and i am SO THANKFUL for not hearing anything about how the scooter is scratched up here and here and oh the expenses. thank you baby!

back when i had that car crash i also made the mistake of not immediately driving again and that has left me with a permanent feeling of being uncomfortable when driving. it’s burried when i feel good, and i love driving, but when there’s someone cutting my lane or i see others making stupid moves the fear creeps up inside of me again. so with this crash now i knew i had to ride again immediately or else i would set myself up for years of left-turn-drama.

so as soon as the adrenaline kicked in and the pain subsided, i got back on the scooter and rode. i could feel my knee swell up and unfortunately it got so bad that every small bump in the road hurt tremendously. i thought i could make it but it just got worse and worse. so eventually we had to stop because i couldn’t take it anymore.

while i was parked on the side of the road, in the boonies, my baby drove home to get the car. so i sat there on the tree stump, contemplating life, laughing at my stupidity, being mad at myself for making this driving mistake (i totally know what i did wrong and this was so preventable…), wondering if i’d have to go to the ER….

i called a friend and she made me laugh, thankfully. so my spirits came back and by the time my chauffeur arrived for my ride home i really was laughing. of course my knee hurt like crazy and walking stairs, walking in general was painful and resembled hobbling. later in the evening my right arm started hurting and soon i realized that maybe my arm/shoulder was going to be more of a problem than my knee.

the swelling of the knee is slowly subsiding and the formerly grapefruit-sized knee is now an apple. the other knee is a kiwi, just for comparison. i can walk, albeit slowly, putting weight on both legs but my arm…i can’t pick up/press anything with my right arm that’s heavier than an iphone and i can’t get my hands above collarbone-level without being in big pain. it feels like really sore muscles, as in really really sore!

but despite all that i am determined to be back on the scooter (and eventually motorcycle) to improve my riding skills. i don’t want to be afraid of left turns, or any kind of turn that is. i want to be able to ride without fear. and for that i know i have to be back on 2 wheels as soon as possible.

watch out world, i am not done yet!

franzi

this is me, 7 weeks later

i know i have been neglecting this blog and while i missed blogging here is why nothing happened on here for the past 6? 7? weeks.

going back to grads school is quite a change. i thought it would be easier, to be honest. i knew it was going to be work but at the same time i had a “been there, done that” attitude about it because, hey, i HAVE  been there, i already GOT a masters degree.

boy was i wrong. what i wasn’t aware of is how much school differs from work life. at my workplace there were always interruptions, rarely did you have 30 minutes of uninterrupted focussed work.

well in grad school there is no one calling you constantly or interrupting otherwise. you sit in class for 2.5 hours and your attention is there 100% of the time. you come prepared to class and are ready to prove you are prepared. you are being asked your opinion and you sure don’t want to be the person who has to pass on a question. make that i not you.

so, i want to be prepared. hence i read. a lot. as in A LOT. yes, i knew grad school is reading  but jeez let me tell you the longer you’ve been out of school the more difficult it is to actually read so much academic literature. and since most classes start out with theory i read THEORETICAL papers. i never was a fan of that. if i may quote myself here “i rather deal with livig people than with dead ones” (franzi 2003).

so school is one thing that kept my brain occupied. the other thing is culture shock. i had one of the worst ones this time around and in a way i am still coming to terms with that. not only did i move to another continent, i also moved in with my special someone. that alone would have been enough for a culture shock since i lived by myself for most of my adult life. don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! but it’s definitely an adjustment and food for thought. would i trade it for my life before? heck no. the warm fuzzy feeling i get when i wake up next to him is wonderful (cut me some slack, will ya?! i am in love!).

the other thing i have been dealing with is time management. i’ve been reading for school and enjoying the newfound closeness in my relationship, i’m commuting to campus and to my assistantship. bottomline: i have found no brainpower to socialize. when i was ready to call people no one picked up the phone and that threw me in a loop of “no one cares about me” and that started a whole other set of frustrations…this has gotten better but i’m still working on having a normal life.

what i’m trying to say is that i gave up my live in germany, my hobbies, friends, family. and it has been a rough 7 weeks coming to terms with what that really means. i have a new life that i explore anew every day. i expand my horizon (albeit so far it tends to be a shoppig horizon). i am exploring a to me unknown neighborhood in dc and yes, that includes knowing where the stores are. ;-)

this isn’t a pitty post. i wanted this and i still want it! but it is harder than i thought it would be and i am discovering new aspects within me that are shocking and surprising and oh so much more.

bear with me folks. i will get back to blogging regularly and i will have stories to tell. for now i am still overwhelmed.

franzi

leaving on a jetplane – for real!

it’s 11 pm and my flight leaves tomorrow afternoon. my bags are packed and i guess it’s time for one of my favorite songs (leaving on a jetplane).

there are so many emotions going through my mind right now. i have left my home many times, and my longest stint abroad was 13 months. now i’m looking at at least 3 years…that does make a difference somehow. since i started to work on my dream back in july, i had many meltdowns both because of studying (and being frustrated about my brain just not getting it) and because of my move and because of being overwhelmed in general.

since the idea of going back to grad school popped up in my head and now so much has happened and it feels great to know that i am now actually about to embark on this adventure! sometimes my own courage scares me. i have no idea if that makes sense at all but my adventurous travel-self scares the more down to earth-self in me. that travel-self has been suppressed long enough; it’s time i make use of my passport again!

i’m so nervous i can’t go to sleep even though i know i need every ounce of strength in me tomorrow to haul my luggage onto and off the train. i’m tiny and that is a major workout for me! i’d like to apologize to anyone who’ll sit next to me on the train and plane for sweating (and smelling) LIKE CRAZY!

i’ll be going back to grad school. i’m 29 and going for my second masters. other people my age get kids, i get some education ;-) lol

franzi

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