an infant really

So I went to the gym. I did weights for half an hour, ran for an hour and fifteen minutes, stretched and rode my bike home. I felt strong and good like I do after I exercise. As I was riding to the stop light on Riverside and State I wanted to get up onto the sidewalk so I could push the button for the crosswalk. I saw the dip of a driveway in the curb and though I noticed it was an inch or two higher than any smooth dip transition I knew it would be fine because on my bike I am always going up and off curbs. I don't know whether it was because I was on Todd's bike and I'm not used to it, if his tires were too full to have any give, or if I just went too parallel to the sidewalk but the bike, in slow motion, toppled over sideways. I heard myself say quietly, "sh*t! ow!" I felt and saw and heard everything in slow motion. I knew I was going to fall. I felt myself falling. I felt my body scrape and slide against the gritty pavement. I sat there in shock for a moment. I felt myself get short of breath. I looked at my hands, bloody and full of tiny pieces of gravel. I knew every car that went by looked at me sitting partially on the sideways bike and the ground. I don't know if it was the surprise and I just felt like an idiot, or if it was because I was genuinely hurt, but I cried nearly all the way home. I really wish Todd was home to take the rocks out of and clean my hands and to feel bad for me. I can't really bare to wash them very well because they're uncomfortable.
This is the second thing that makes me feel just like a helpless, crying child who really wants a mother (or a Todd).
The first one is throwing up from the stomach flu.