Angel Sky
So, there was me - about 6am Sunday - leaving Slimelight because my back was playing up. Not sure what it was, but my lower back muscles went into meltdown.
Made my way along to Angel station, with the aid of the railings. Walking was agony. Just outside the tube station, I saw the bus to Victoria pulling up. I decided to run for it. Big mistake. I remember letting go of the railings, but little else until I woke up with a view of the sky and people looking down at me - police, fellow goths, and others. Whether I slipped, or just collapsed, I don't know. My money is on a discarded chip. I recall seeing a couple. Consequently, I cracked my head open on the pavement, knocked myself out, and needed an ambulance called (my thanks to the young couple who did so). I thought I was ok at first, until I touched the back of my head and got my hand covered in blood. Left a big puddle of the red stuff on the pavement too. As I was in full regalia, the ambulance staff were joking about my fangs, and how I shouldn't be out after sunrise.
So, early Sunday morning, the bods at UCL Hospital patched me up, and I made my way home. I must have looked a sight in my bloodied clothes at 10am on a Sunday!
Today I hurt all over, I must have gone down bottom first, as my tail bone is giving me hell. I can't bend over, and I'm still a bit dazed I think.
Tomorrow I'm off to the GP to have a checkover. Blood pressure was discovered to be a bit high, so needs investigated...
Made my way along to Angel station, with the aid of the railings. Walking was agony. Just outside the tube station, I saw the bus to Victoria pulling up. I decided to run for it. Big mistake. I remember letting go of the railings, but little else until I woke up with a view of the sky and people looking down at me - police, fellow goths, and others. Whether I slipped, or just collapsed, I don't know. My money is on a discarded chip. I recall seeing a couple. Consequently, I cracked my head open on the pavement, knocked myself out, and needed an ambulance called (my thanks to the young couple who did so). I thought I was ok at first, until I touched the back of my head and got my hand covered in blood. Left a big puddle of the red stuff on the pavement too. As I was in full regalia, the ambulance staff were joking about my fangs, and how I shouldn't be out after sunrise.
So, early Sunday morning, the bods at UCL Hospital patched me up, and I made my way home. I must have looked a sight in my bloodied clothes at 10am on a Sunday!
Today I hurt all over, I must have gone down bottom first, as my tail bone is giving me hell. I can't bend over, and I'm still a bit dazed I think.
Tomorrow I'm off to the GP to have a checkover. Blood pressure was discovered to be a bit high, so needs investigated...