I've already run out of this year's luck

I was riding my bike the day after I posted last. I fell down, crashed down literally. The only thing I could and still can do is to thank God that my poor brittle bones didn't fracture. No one knows why but I suffer from osteoporosis, which is that stupid condition in which the bones become weak and are easily broken. Elderly women usually have it. I don't know why I am so lucky as I am neither as old or a woman.

Nothing got broken this time but I was terribly bruised and couldn't move my right hand fingers. That's the main reason of my silence. Typing was something out of question.

As I know I should be careful I usually ride my bike on the roads where I feel quite certain, asphalt is just my certainty. Unfortunately, in the middle of my last ride I hit the place where the road was fixed. Suddenly, the top became rough and stony and as I am really not a mountain rider I decided to continue slowly and carefully. Not enough. In a snail speed I lost my balance and fell down on the road.

In that moment my mind flashed back and I could see myself some seven years ago in the same position, unable to stand up because of my broken hip. In a second, I broke out in sweat. I realized that I fall on my hip again (in fact, on the other one). I didn't feel any pain but the feelings were awful. I tried to move and stand up. I could. What a relief! Well, I was shocked thinking about what might have happened and started to explore my wounds. The skin around the hip was really bruised and slightly bleeding as well as the skin on my shoulder but all in all nothing serious. My right hand looked much worse, the palm and some fingers above all, they began to hurt. So I tried to move all the fingers one by one, none of them seemed to be broken. So I brushed the dust from myself, bravely got on my bike again and headed home, some 25 kilometres.

When I got home I found out that I could barely walk and the worst, I couldn't move my fingers at all. Touching them was terribly painfull and both the top and the bottom of my hand got purple and swollen. Apparently, just in the moment when a was falling down I instinctively stretched my arm towards the ground which saved the day, better, saved my hip. Unfortunately, I must have hit some sharp stone that is why the hand got that cracked.
The pain was like hell and I couldn't sleep at night for couple of nights but yet I was happy that it was only a hand and not my hip. Because a broken hip is one of the most horrible things I've ever experienced and I don't want to deal with something like that again.

I've never injured any of my hands in a serious way so since now I know what it is like to be one-handed, not to be able to slice a bread or do up my shoelaces or just wash my hands properly or read a book or ride my car or tie a tie and many, many other things. Luckily, I am getting better and am even able to type. So here I am again.

I've set a goal for this year to make 1000 kilometres on my bicykle as I do every year. I only have some 50 km left. I am not sure if I have the guts to follow through. The roads are becoming more and more slippery due to autumn rains and I guess I've already run out of this year's luck.