The misfortunes of, er, me

So on Friday night Phil and Kari kindly invited me over to dinner as Michael was away in India.  And they fed me lovely Szechuan food and we drank moderate amounts of wine.  And on the way home I managed to cycle face first into a parked car and ended up in Addenbrooke's. 

I spent the rest of the night hanging around in a cubicle waiting to see a doctor, waiting for X-rays, waiting for medication.   The worst thing was being drenched in blood (from my nose) and finding it really hard to swallow (which you don't normally think about, but if your sinuses are completely blocked, its really hard!)  Fortunately Phil had lent me a book about death and skiing, which I read from cover to cover(!)

I may have broken my nose (and possibly cheekbone) though the X-rays aren’t definitive.  I have to go to a clinic on Wednesday once the swelling has gone down. Anyway, I look ghastly, but part from the face there’s nothing broken.

So I'm sore and fed up, and feeling like an idiot, but it could have been worse.  It looks as though the bike's a write off, though, as the front forks are bent back and the frame is bent.