Post by ambersalamander on Oct 22, 2007 19:59:29 GMT
As our regular readers will know, I am a committed cyclist. This probably means I ought to be committed for cycling 90 miles per week. Actually I don't have a choice in the matter and have formed a group at work known as the "psyclists" as most of our psychologists and psychiatrists cycle to work, including myself 
This occupation of mine gives rise to many Villains, which have in the past included the following:
-ambulances
-bad weather
-taxis that weave in and out of bus lanes
-Chelsea Tractors
-bendy buses
-double decker buses, particularly routes 155 and 333
-Elephant & Castle
-white van men
-hardcore London cyclists
-people who don't look before crossing the roads
-Lambeth Borough Council, who never resurface roads
-and many more.
However, this morning, I was presented with a new Villain to rise with immediate effect to the top of this honours list. I was cycling up Upper Tooting Road on my way to work, minding my own business and trying not to think of my caseload, when some idiot decides it's a good idea to turn left into a side street without consulting me first, or waiting two seconds for me to pass the turning to a safe distance.
The first I knew of this person's existence was when the side of his car suddenly materialised in front of me. My bike has good brakes, but they aren't good enough to stop me within half a metre at about twelve miles per hour.
Luckily, my reflexes are good and I was almost able to prevent myself hitting him (and successful in preventing myself from being turned into pate). My front tyre, however, hit his back one at a slightly odd angle, causing my handlebars to twist violently backwards, crushing my left hand and almost pulling my arm out of its socket.
Of course, the driver stopped and got out to apologise and check I was OK...Hang on, wait a moment, what am I saying? Of course the f***ing w****r didn't. He didn't even bloody well slow down- he actually accelerated and drove off. Tosspot.
At first, I was in far more anger than pain and thought it was only my twisted wrist and slightly bruised fingers that had suffered. However, when my indignation and adrenalin had subsided, I realised that any action that necessitated moving my left arm behind my back or twisting it caused a very nasty pain to throb up my arm and into my shoulder. This includes taking off or putting on my jacket or bag, opening a door, throwing things into the bin in my office, etc.
I phoned my doctor to make an appointment (just in case, like) and can't get one until Wednesday.
I'm bleedin' glad I'm off uni this week!
This occupation of mine gives rise to many Villains, which have in the past included the following:
-ambulances
-bad weather
-taxis that weave in and out of bus lanes
-Chelsea Tractors
-bendy buses
-double decker buses, particularly routes 155 and 333
-Elephant & Castle
-white van men
-hardcore London cyclists
-people who don't look before crossing the roads
-Lambeth Borough Council, who never resurface roads
-and many more.
However, this morning, I was presented with a new Villain to rise with immediate effect to the top of this honours list. I was cycling up Upper Tooting Road on my way to work, minding my own business and trying not to think of my caseload, when some idiot decides it's a good idea to turn left into a side street without consulting me first, or waiting two seconds for me to pass the turning to a safe distance.
The first I knew of this person's existence was when the side of his car suddenly materialised in front of me. My bike has good brakes, but they aren't good enough to stop me within half a metre at about twelve miles per hour.
Luckily, my reflexes are good and I was almost able to prevent myself hitting him (and successful in preventing myself from being turned into pate). My front tyre, however, hit his back one at a slightly odd angle, causing my handlebars to twist violently backwards, crushing my left hand and almost pulling my arm out of its socket.
Of course, the driver stopped and got out to apologise and check I was OK...Hang on, wait a moment, what am I saying? Of course the f***ing w****r didn't. He didn't even bloody well slow down- he actually accelerated and drove off. Tosspot.
At first, I was in far more anger than pain and thought it was only my twisted wrist and slightly bruised fingers that had suffered. However, when my indignation and adrenalin had subsided, I realised that any action that necessitated moving my left arm behind my back or twisting it caused a very nasty pain to throb up my arm and into my shoulder. This includes taking off or putting on my jacket or bag, opening a door, throwing things into the bin in my office, etc.
I phoned my doctor to make an appointment (just in case, like) and can't get one until Wednesday.
I'm bleedin' glad I'm off uni this week!
Hope you're ok.