If the handlebar had pierced me a quarter-inch deeper, there’s a good chance I would have had major internal injuries, or even been disembowelled on the road. But it didn’t.
If the handlebar had pierced me an inch lower, I would probably have bled to death, or faced a lifetime of pain as a eunuch. But it didn’t.
The fracture in my wrist is in a big bone, not one of the fiddly small ones that don’t heal.
Nobody helped me at the scene, but by chance I was only a minute’s walk away from a bar where I’m well-known. If it had been anywhere else, I would have been in deep… trouble.
I was taken to a very good Chinese hospital, the Peking Union Medical College. This means I’ve received excellent care (to all the doctors and nurses there: thanks!) and what’s more, I won’t be bankrupt when all this is over.
I’m getting good at using chopsticks with my left hand.