So, yesterday I decided that I had spent way too much time sitting behind a laptop, yet I was lacking a good reason to get out of the house. Other than training my Pokémon, but just walking around with nowhere to go is even more boring than sitting on my ass. Then I remembered about my sister’s old bike which she doesn’t use anymore since my parents bought her a bigger one. Good. So I went to check on it and wash it and this sort of things. I tried it, and it looked in pretty good shape.

Things took an unexpected turn when I was riding down a slope at considerable speed and heard a weird metallic noise from the rear wheel. I braked to check on that; what I couldn’t know was that the problem was exactly the rear brake. It doesn’t take a fervid imagination to imagine what happened next. The second after braking, I was flung into the air for a few meters and then into the ground. After that, I realized my glasses were sent flying off my face as well and were now lying broken a meter away from me. Then I noticed I couldn’t move my right arm. My first reaction was to go wtf at what just happened because seriously, I get on a bike for no more than five minutes and I end up breaking my glasses and an arm? Then I noticed that the arm didn’t hurt a lot and that I could more or less move it, albeit the elbow felt weirdly loose compared to the other one. I guess it was just a momentary shock thing.

A passerby helped me get back up and seeing my backwards arm suggested to bring me to the hospital. Haha, if I can still turn it like that it definitely means it’s fine. I retrieved what was left of my glasses, brought that stupid bike back and waited for my parents to get back to see what could be done with those glasses. In the meanwhile, I experienced the world of Very Bad Myopia and almost disinfected my wounds with pure alcool because I couldn’t tell the bottles apart. Lucky me they have a different smell.

When my mom got back she brought me to see what could be done for the glasses. The optician was very nice, he kept his shop open past after the closing time only to fix my glasses :D in the end I got a new pair which also looks nicer than the one I had before and won’t break that easily. My arm doesn’t hurt anymore and my wounds are nothing terrible.

What I learned yesterday:

• I am more or less unbreakable.
• My glasses, however, are not.
• I am lucky that glasses have already been invented because without them I wouldn’t be able to see my own feet.
• There are some pretty nice people around.
• I could as well be riding a donkey.