What a week!

The Motorbike Accident

Jen and myself went to visit my Dad in the Lake District on the motorbike which is usually no drama and i’ve been over there plenty of times before taking various different routes sometimes in treachorous weather. Last Thursday was different, from the outset something just didn’t feel right. It was as though I wasn’t meant to be on the bike, I felt uncomfortable and in a bit of pain when I was riding. Jen felt the same and when we stopped half way through the journey over there we were both complaining of aches and pains. When we did finally reach my Dads and spent a bit of time with him, we thought about how much of a pain the journey home was going to be and how I longed to have just brought the car over, comfort, music and heat that’s all I really wanted and so did Jen.

We set off, got some petrol and headed upto Carlisle before setting off towards the A19. I was in slow moving traffic on the A6 just going over Warwick Bridge following a truck when all of a sudden there was an almighty screech of brakes and tyres and I had to contemplate a static truck in front of me with no warning. So I attempted to slow the bike down as much as possible but the inevitable was going to happen. My main priority was to keep Jen away from me and the truck so all of my weight went against the handle bars with me pushing my back into Jen.

The next thing I remember is hittng the truck with my head then getting up off the ground and shouting at Jen that I was ok, by now she was in shock and started shaking etc. Got her off the road then got the bike off the road and then felt the pain, knees, groin, shins, neck… everything started to hurt. Ambulance was on the scene pretty quick and they didnt like my neck hurting so off I went to the hospital for a check up. All is well and both Jen and I left with bumps and bruises and a bit of whiplash. The bike however is a bit worse for wear and I won’t be keeping it. My view is once you’ve come off the bike it won’t be the same again when you ride it.

Lancashire Countryside

The day after the crash and we were due to be heading down to Lancashire to spend some time away with Jen’s Mum and Dad at Higher Gills Farm. In the middle of the Pendle Hill area the farm is in the middle of no where and is one of the most peaceful places i’ve ever stayed at. Everything both Jen and I needed after our little incident!

The pictures are now in the flickr feed for anyone wanting to check them out!

My Operation

My long awaiting operation was scheduled for thursday (yesterday). I had polyps and serious blockages of the nose, and have had ever since I was a youngster. I have never been able to smell through my nose and have always had to resort to smell via my mouth which can be pretty disgusting at times with not knowing what smells are going to be waffting around you. So I went into the Freeman Hospital to have them removed yesterday, I am pretty groggy with just getting back a few hours ago so I will leave it there for today’s post.