Ouch

Ah man, what a week it has been. It started off pretty well on Monday as we got back into the swing of things. I've got the apartment to myself at the moment as well, so I can do stuff like leave the bathroom door open and dance naked. Well I don't really do that last one, but I could if I wanted to.

Tuesday evening was a regular evening, I'd had my dinner, my shower and I logged onto Facebook. Lauren James started talking about cheesecake. It was over for me from that moment. I wanted cheesecake, and I wanted it now. So I got dressed, and hopped on my bike. It was about 8:15pm (still light outside)and I start pedalling on my merry way along the path. I get to the 50 metre mark going downhill, and brake horrendously fast in order not to run over large chunk of glass. I slammed on the front brake before the left though you see! I flipped myself over the handlebars to the right of the footpath landed heavily on my right thigh and thumped my head, slid along the grass on my boobs and then the bike flipped and landed on me, subsequently hitting me in the head. Fortunately I was wearing a helmet.

I know this sounds really bad, but seriously it was so bloody funny. I was in a little shock I must admit, but you have never seen a person get up so fast to limp home! There was a man across the road who saw it happen, he was just looking across the road dumbfounded - and I gave him the thumbs up, spun my handlebars around 3 times so I could steer and limped home. I got into the apartment and caught myself in the mirror - I had grass stains all across my chest, and tire marks on my back - it was too funny. I didn't actually really hurt that much till the bruises and swelling came up. I went to work the next day, via a lift of course! I woke up this morning and it hurt like hell, so I just went to the doctor just to confirm it was a soft tissue thing. Fortunately it is, and at the same time I got the first of the three shots for the HPV, cervical cancer vaccine. The doctor said they just ask anyone who is under 26 and make them get it pretty much. Well obviously they don't force you, but I have been such an idiot for not going to get it before.

So I got totally owned by my mountain bike. I wish I had a video of it. It would look something like this, except more downhill and the bike hit me in the head. Oh and I am smart enough to always wear a helmet.



The moral of the story is cheesecake is the devil.

I mean I was prepared to eat Woolworths cheesecake. Clearly I was possessed by something.