Bricked

What can I say? It’s been an interesting week. Tuesday morning I was cycling along to work, nearing my destination when I get a blow to my head and fall off my bike. My first thought was that the world’s worst driver had run me down. Alas not so, some mad man(as in literal lunatic with little hold on reality, not just a figure of speech) had for some reason taken a dislike to me and thrown a well aimed brick. Not content with one hard rectangular object, he proceeded to throw a few more at me-at least 3 hit me, but I can’t be too sure as I was a little disoriented by then. Thankfully Joe Public responded in the form of multiple rescuers who happened to minister the fist of god (and boot) to my assailant. I was taken to my original destination, with the miscreant, from where I departed in an ambulance and he in a security van (after the security team, who know me well, inflicted a little justice).

I was by that stage a bloody mess-literally, and have a new red shirt in my wardrobe. The doc dutifully stitched up my head and I was admitted for a night. My ear still feels like it is plugged with blood and I have a perforated eardrum. I will be wearing a beanie for a while as what little hair I had has since departed under the scalpel.

What can I say? Nothing much really, it could have been a lot worse. I have no broken bones and only a few other bruises to mark me as worse for wear. I am alive and unlikely to incur long term damage. The idiot didn’t try steal anything either so I have all my belongings. If anything the hospital bills did more damage to my net worth than he did. I know often when you try step into a new direction in life you can face opposition, but this was a little ridiculous. I was on my way to set up some meetings to get a few plans in motion, but they’ll have to wait till next week. Maybe next time I’ll drive.