My
Exciting
Bike
Stack
(1995)
[What happened]
[Gory pictures]
[Things Which Didn't Work Well For A While]
(Wed
May
24,
1995)
I
had
a
rather
nasty
accident
on
my
bicycle
this
afternoon
whilst
going
downhill
(Science
Rd)
and
encountering
a
speed
bump
which
didn't
register
until
too
late.
This
gives
new
meaning
to
the
expression
surfing
the
highway
-
unfortunately
I
did
it
with
my
face
and
lost
1.5
front
incisors,
got
5
assorted
stitches
and
will
be
sporting
some
interesting
scars
for
the
rest
of
my
life
:-).
Both
hands
are
abraded
to
various
extents
(the
ring
finger
nail
should
eventually
grow
back!).
All
in
all
it's
not
a
pretty
sight,
but
I'm
stuffed
full
of
pain
killers
as
I
type.
I
had
imagined
hospitals
to
be
full
of
nice,
sympathetic
people
-
this
was
the
first
time
I'd
been
to
a
hospital
for
treatment.
They're
actually
full
of
nice,
cynical
people
who
(eventually)
make
you
comfortable
and
then
remark,
"You
fell
off
your
bike?
That
was
a
bit
bloody
stupid,
eh?"
Update
(June
8):
2
weeks
later.
Feeling
and
looking
mostly
recovered
-
certainly
a
lot
better
than
in
the
photos
below!
Riding
my
bicycle
again;
the
old
helmet,
which
did
take
some
damage,
has
been
retired,
complete
with
the
original
blood-stains
intact.
The
only
problem
facing
me
in
the
short
term
is
shaving.
Update
(July
7):
About
a
week
after
the
last
update
I
got
glandular
fever.
After
3
weeks
of
headaches,
sweats
&
nausea
+
a
week
with
a
massively
swollen,
ulcerated
throat,
I'm
feeling
my
usual
sub-human
self
again.
I
didn't
look
too
happy
soon
after
getting
back
from
the
hospital.
A
few
days
later
I
was
over
in
the
Wentworth
Building,
looking
much
better.
- trying
to
eat
strawberry
fruche
through
a
straw
- the
consonant
'f'
- retrieving
coins
from
the
bottom
of
a
jeans
pocket
- whistling
through
my
tooth
