On Thursday, January 20 I fell off my bike (See Livejournal / Zie Blog)

Here are some photos of my booboos, which at first sight didn't seem that bad, but gradually got bigger and more painful. :(


Taken right after the accident: a scrape on my elbow (although neither the sleeve of my jacket nor my sweater or shirt were damaged) It doesn't look so bad, right? And here I can still move my arm, even though it hurts like hell. But I figured I could go back to work the next day.


But on Friday my whole body hurt and bruises appeared on my innerthigh where the handlebar landed. I couldn't move my wrist or elbow and after consulting my doctor I was sent to the hospital for x-rays of my arm and hand. They turned out to be not broken and I was told to rest my arm and use ice when needed.


Sadly on Monday I still couldn't use my left arm and my leg also still hurt. Pretty colours though.


This was my arm this morning (Tuesday). Still very painful, but I can move it a bit more (still can't bend it or twist my wrist). I took painkillers all day and hope to go to work tomorrow for some much needed distraction.

Amsterdam, Saturday January 22, 2011

Thanks to mom and her bf, who brought me there (by car and train) and brotherdearest who accompanied me, I had an awesome day in Amsterdam yesterday. If they hadn't helped me get out of the house, my day would have no doubt been spent weeping on the couch, because of my poor useless and painful arm.
And then you wouldn't have had these happy photos;)


Walking from Amsterdam train station to The Beurs van Berlage. Corner of the building. (Statue of Jan Pieterszoon Coen says: "Do not despair" in old Dutch)


This used to be the entrance, but the sign says to keep going...


Tadaah: The Beurs van Berlage!


Mom, her tall BF and me:)


Mom and her youngest son:)

Brotherdearest and I waved mom and her BF goodbye: they were going to the Rijksmuseum, while we were going to the exhibition about the history of Dutch advertising in the Beurs van Berlage


There were even art-pieces on the ceiling.


I love these huge lamps: guess the (Dutch) celebs!


We walked outside, three hours later(!) and the sun was shining!
(FYI: that is my LITTLE brother. Tiny ten years younger brother. *huffs*)


We walked by the Palace on Damsquare, which has a funky entrance during restaurations.


We did some shopping in funky shops (didn't buy these freaky eyes though;)


and walked around Amsterdam for a bit:)


Snowmen across the street were part of a artschoolproject.


We sat down for food and drinks at Brecht, a small cafe that looks like an old lady's livingroom. I had Citron Presse: freshly squeezed lemon juice & sparkling water (I didn't add sugar:)


Don't mind my baglady outfit: I had to dress myself with one hand this morning. Yes, figuring out how to eat this, was a challenge. Brotherdearest threatened to film it, but luckily he was too busy enjoying his own meal:-p


Delicious: warm Piadina (Italian flatbread) with soft cheese, walnuts and honey. Thanks to my failing left arm, I had to take my time eating and could really savor all the flavors:)


From Brecht we took a tram straight to the trainstation, where brotherdearest made sure I got on the train with my bags (that he had been carrying for me all day)


I got home around 19.00 with a load of goodies: a lot of chocolate, a book from the exhibition, a tin of KamaSutra Honeysuckle bodypowder, Book 4 & 5 out of the Nightrunner series and two rare candlelightbulbs for my chandelier (these old fashioned wire lamps are no longer made)

It was a very good day:)