morning

Have woken up still aching, not moaning really but its over a week since I hit a metal post with the front wheel of my pushbike and not at a 'slow' speed.  Ended up in A&E (a nurse's worst nightmare), once they had cleaned the blood off I had only cuts grazes, swollen knee, elbow and bruised ribs.  It's so frustrating having time out from work and not being able to use it, hence the blogging.

I am more upset that I had not long purchased the hand built 1980s Dawes ladies drop handle bars road bike and it's now a write off!  So much for trying to keep fit.

Rather pleased that I wore protective clothing not that there's much to injure in the cerebral area but the benefit of cycling shorts are not to be exaggerated when, at fifty-five years old one's legs are still able to rotate to the back of one's neck albeit whilst somersaulting over handlebars three feet in the air and landing just inches from canal water!

I have to add this is not the first accident and afore mentioned bike, as living on a narrow boat it's sometime a treck to get to the road and whilst moored up some fields and one bridge away I fell head first down the steps trying to carrying my bike crossing the bridge. Bike was saved this time as it landed on me!

I am trying hard not to eat what Woody calls GACK food, ladies call it comfort food as muscle  movement is still slow, jaw action still functioning and am able to see all the jobs on the boat that need finishing. Woody is praying that I go back to work soon!