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Although I didn't blog it until a few days later, it was last Wednesday that Lady Bug had her bicycle wipe-out. Quite a wipe-out it must have been too, for this Tuesday she was still too sore to stay at work very long. She is sore all over, and it pains her greatly to try to get around. This girl is pretty darn brave and somewhat stoic too, so if she admits to pain, then you just know that it's very real and very formidable.

She went back to the clinic today and this time saw a nice female doctor who told her that she would be sore for a month and that she couldn't ride her bike for that long either. She prescribed anti-infamatory pills and physio. However, I don't know if Lady Bug is covered for physio. The province de-listed it not too long ago, so unless it's covered by her university plan, she won't be able to afford it.

But here's why we're ever so lucky. I knew that we were extremely fortunate as soon as she began to supply me with more details today. She said: " You know how when you're going downhill and you're going so fast that your feet can't keep up with the pedals ..." Gasp. I had no idea that she was travelling that fast. She was late for work, you see, and trying to make up time, you see. In traffic. In the rain. You do see, don't you? Does it make you cringe too?

No wonder she is in great pain. No wonder it will take her a month to recover. It is a wonder, almost a miracle I'd say, that my little one isn't very seriously injured. She must have sailed head over teakettle. She could just as easily have broken her neck and been paralysed. She could have been killed.

But she isn't paralysed, and she is alive. Sore and in pain, but alive.

So very fortunate are we.

So very thankful am I.

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