Angelina Jolie move over. My lower lip is a plastic surgeon’s dream right now, except for the cuts and bruises on both sides of it… The inside of the lip is looking particularly gross.

Since my chin was still oozing nasty this morning, I decided that it’s best I go to the ER and have them clean the deep cut that I failed with last night. Only problem was that by now the cut had dried shut and there’s no point to force it open, so I got a tetanus booster shot instead. Luckily they gave it to me to the left arm which was already stiff from yesterday’s crash, I still have reduced functionality in it. But it’ll go over. And scars heal. And even my Tricker is looking just beautiful after my motorbike buddy not only fixed the fender but also gave it a 1st class wash and oiled the chain.

I had a chat with him to find out exactly how I crashed, it wasn’t quite clear to me yesterday. So my good luck started when I was thrown off the bike, I didn’t as much somersault as just simply fly forward head first. The bike on the other hand did a full flip and ended up facing the opposite direction! So that’s another thing I was lucky with, that I flew to the left and the bike to the right so it didn’t come down on me. I remember lying there next to the bike and realised that the engine was still running and turned it off. And that I wasn’t in any pain, just shaken.

I know I’ll be telling this story over and over for anyone who’ll listen (even if they don’t want to hear it), because this is the only time I’ve crashed with anything. Maybe one day I’ll have another crash and break some bones or even worse and will be looking at this day with disdain… but until then, my fat lip earns me my bragging rights!