That's right. Although now come to think of it, it might seem slightly melodramatic. ( Just to let you know this was yesterday) But it's not true. I feel like a rant. I am angry, in pain and upset. Right, the first time I almost died was on the way to College. I was biking...fast. On the pavement, which actually saved my life. My chain flew off, for no reason (nothing bumped or anything) and I did not have control over the bike, the only way I could stop was to knock into a wooden fence, and that was with my brakes working too... luckily the only thing I killed were some rotting daffodils. But to be honest, better them than me. Unfortunately, the builders who were "refurbishing" the road right next to the pavement (which they weren't- they were operating the traffic lights aka sitting on a chair and reading 'The Sun'.), but they had a right laugh at me. Luckily I managed to blink back the tears in my eyes, smile, put the chain back on my bike and biked somewhat feebly towards the college, shaking slightly.

The second was on the way from college, in exactly the same situation. This time the roadworks actually saved me. It was an alternate one-way system. This time I was on the road, but luckily it was the other side's turn to go through, so the fact that I swerved (and almost fell - more details to follow) all across the lane did not matter, as it was empty. Somehow I managed to get onto the pavement. However, this time was more serious. It was completely unexpected that I fell onto my bike, bashing my arm onto the wheel. I also scraped the top layer of skin on my chest, but I hadn't noticed that until later.

This time my arm was really hurting, and it was something to do with my bone. I have broken both of my arms once before (one falling off a little scooter and the other being pushed over- yes I am weakling, laugh all you want). But anyway, my arm hurt in the same way that my arm hurt when I broke it. Again, I put the chain back on my bike. Somehow, as if sent by heaven, came one of my best friends -Priyanka- who biked past, braked and stopped. When she saw that I was in pain, she asked about my health. No words were necessary, I just showed my hand and it was shaking like crazy. I told her about the problem with my bike, and that I think I might even have broken it. I tried to get on my bike, acted tough (or I tried to, anyway) and biked rather feebly again, but this time up to her house. I said goodbye to her and imemdiately rang my mother, I didn't trust to go on my bike anymore, so I was about to say I was going to be home late because I'll walk, plus there's a small possibilit I broke my arm. She actually offered to pick me up. This is my mum we're talking about. I was really happy.

We dropped the bike off at the GP, and...what? What did I just say there?! I meant to say that we dropped off the bike at the biking repair place (more to complain about them in a bit) and went to the GP to pick up some prescriptions, without them my mother would already be dead, thank goodness for technologic and medical advancements eh? She asked if there was an appointment free (this was at 4.30 PM) right now so someone could see my arm. Miracle of miracles there actually was an appintment with the senior nurse or something, and in the next 3 minutes I waited. For some reason it seems that middle-aged women seem to think they have an understanding with me because of my blue hair, because she gave me a big grin as I sat down, and a nod. I mean, that was not just being nice, what was all that about?

I was called to the Room, whilst my mum had conveniently forgotten her hearing aids in the car so I went in by myself and she told me the basic bullshit crap. "Move your arm. Squeeze it, does it hurt?" (Okay that sounds dodgy). But yeah, my mum already did that when she picked me and my bike up from my friend's house, as I am sure anyone would. Then again, nobody would have used that appintment anyway, as they were closing in half an hour and it was a cancelled appointment, so there's no point it letting it go to waste. "Waste not, want not".

I didn't want to cancel work, as I knew it wasn't broken, but I might have sprained it. *shrug*. Anyway, I came back after work today (and my arm didn't give way or anything, thank goodness) and I picked up my bike from the shop for £6. Apparently they had tightened the bracket and reset the gears. I biked home. Nothing had changed. Plus they had broken the front reflector and the bell. And now there was a continuous creaking sound whilst biking. Plus the chain threatened to give way every 10 seconds. That was scary, very scary. And I didn't want to go back because I quite liked the man who did my bike. But I did, and it's going to cost me another £15.99 for some part. Unbelievable! I am going to make sure they deduct £6 from that because they hadn't done anything in the first place plus they had broken my bell and my reflector. Absolutely fucking ridicilous. I am seriously annoyed. And in pain (only slightly now, so it's not too bad).

And tired.


Extremely tired.


And rembrandt13 (here, another name mention), Walt's changed the date, he's not coming back today after all, but is going to decide about the date sometime next week.


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