My posting has been delayed because last Thursday I had a wee lil' party (which will be the subject of my next post) and I was in Chicago from Friday to Monday for Serious Eats-related foodery, but of more non-food-related importance is...
Tristan got in a bike accident last night. He's technically okay—he's back in his apartment having a well deserved rest—but he's got some rough days ahead of him as his abrasions heal and his broken toe becomes unbroken and his index finger becomes whole again. He's been in a few accidents before, but this may have been the scariest one. Any happy vibes/manatee hugs you can send his way would be greatly appreciated.
Overall, it's downright miraculous how uninjured he is considering he was hit by a car and, from what I heard, thrown over the front of the windshield. The craziest thing is that he landed on his head while not wearing a helmet and he didn't have any head trauma. ...From what the seven or so hours in the hospital could discern. (He didn't require seven hours of service; it just took that long to get the "heal Tristan, please" shit together. I know, that's how hospitals work. Sigh.)
In conclusion, wear a helmet. I know a lot of people don't ever wear them, and I know we seem especially helmet-crazy in the USA (I feel like it's not as common in some other countries) but when stuff like this happens all I can think of is "OH MAN NEVER NOT WEAR A HELMET WHILE YOU'RE RIDING YOUR BIKE SO YOUR SCALP ISN'T SCRAPED OFF AND YOU DON'T PUT YOURSELF AT RISK FOR BRAIN DAMAGE AND STUFF AND SO I DON'T GET A CALL FROM YOUR MOM THAT FREAKS THE CRAP OUT OF ME" etc.
We are so thankful that he is as okay as he is. It could've been much worse. Which is a terrifying thought.