So I was riding along the cycle path on the way home from work about twenty minutes or half an hour ago. The train-ride into town from Wolverhampton was a bitch and I was in a generally bad mood, despite it being Friday. The end of the cycle path was coming up, so I had to hop back down onto the road lest an eager bobby collared me, but it was rush hour and the road was completely full of cars. I slow down as I approach the end of the path and struggle to find an opening in the traffic (across which I must cut), and eventually my patience pays off - there are no cars coming the other way, and the car on the left (which is the side we drive on here, stupid) was flashing to let me cut in.
So I hop down onto the road and get peddling, when, out of nowhere, headlights are coming straight at me. Despite a valiant attempt on my part to peddle clear of the oncoming metal monstrosity, I hear the brakes slam on and the tyres screech, then up onto the bonnet I go like a ragdoll before slamming down onto the floor and rolling a couple of metres (it is at this point that I complimented the physics engine of whatever game I thought I was playing in my state of delirium, by the way).
So I lie on my side in the middle of the road, surrounded by stopped cars, for what seems like an eternity. My hearing, which had apparently cut out from the shock, slowly comes back, and I find I can't move without intense pain in my lower back. The driver and the passenger both get out to see the mess they've made, and as my vision returns...
Hot girls! Bloody fine-looking ladies, both of them.
Man-mode engages, and, despite the obviously dangerous levels of pain in my lower back, I immediately strain to get to my feet and dust myself down. They're both fussing if I'm alright, the driver horrified at what had transpired, and all I can say is, "is your car OK? I'll pay for the damages if there are any!"
Fucking dim-witted, penis-ruled moron.
One of them pulls out her mobile phone and starts dialling for an ambulance but I insist that I'm OK (incidentally, when she reached the operator she was informed that they wouldn't send an ambulance because I was 'standing up', the bloody cheapskates) and do my gentlemanly utmost to ensure that the shaken driver is alright. Meanwhile I withhold the screams of pain as I drag my mangled bike onto the pavement to allow the traffic to move on.
On the plus side, they offered to buy me a drink later on at the local watering hole, so chalk one up for Mr. Matt!
So now I'm sitting here at home, bolt upright and trying not to groan like a sissy, debating whether to go to the emergency room or the bar. Either way, I don't think I'll be going to the gym like I'd originally planned...
Anyway, just thought I'd let you in on how great my Friday has been.
Radiation is good.............
16th September 2006
hgahahaha thats preety interesting, atleast it was hot girls man xD
Go to the hospital. Seriously.
I pretend to do stuff.
16th January 2004
Go to the emergency room. Now. This is not something to screw around with; getting hit by a car is bad for you.
How could you bang the hot chicks if you have a bad back? Skip the bar for now and go to the hospital.
Thanks for the concern, but it's feeling a bit better now and I think it's just bruised. There's no permanent damage done to anything but my bike and my ego, the former of which will be particularly difficult to repair. I'll sleep it off and if it's no better tomorrow, I'll see about those doctors.
Besides, in our hospital I probably wouldn't be seen until tomorrow anyway.
Really sorry to hear this Matt.
My mother once spent four days in bed after she slipped over in the garden, insisting that the pain wasn't too bad and that is was getting better. It turned out that she had shattered her kneecap.
I suggest you at least make a doctor's appointment.
EDIT - Pb2Au has the right idea with the below post.
In that order. If you come to the bar bandaged up but valiantly walking, they'll fawn over you more because they'll know you went through hell etc. to see them. This will lead to more free drinks, and more time with them. Just hope their personalities are better than their driving. If you can invite them to the side of a hospital bed where you're in a full body cast, I guarantee they'll be devoted to you for at least a month.
Bah, turns out me ol' mum agrees with you. She came over and stole my house keys, insisting that she wouldn't give them back until I went to casualty. I wasn't in much of a position to chase them down, so it looks like I'm going. See you in a bit...
7th December 2003
Good to hear that you are alright, but better go to a doctor. It is possible that you suffered some kind of injury that will only start to cause trouble in a year or so and by then it is often much more difficult to find the people involved in the accident.