More bike woes

Now I am really seriously f**king pissed off.

Having moved the mudguard further away from my wheel, and taken the wheel off to take to the bike shop, because bluepork thought I might have a cracked spindle, I assemble the whole caboodle to go to the talk this evening. On the way there I here a few whispers from the mudguard hitting the wheel. On the way back, the noise ramps up. I'm braking so I can stop and adjust it, when the wheel seizes up again and I go flying over the handlebars again.

Cue one new graze on my leg, and musculature sufficiently badly bruised on my side (a passerby said I hit the handlebars) that I had to lie down for several minutes because I couldn't catch my breath. They wanted to call me an ambulance but I wouldn't let them, and indeed a few minutes later I was able to get up and start walking home. (Oh, and also one damaged new-ish bugle horn, and the derailleur I think thrown out of whack.)

I tried calling NHS Direct because this sounded to me worryingly like the ultimate cause of Houdini's death, but they had a four hour waiting time, and if I wanted to get them to ring me tomorrow I'd need to start the process all over again, so I had a word instead with my father, who thought there was nothing seriously wrong with me.

And now it's time for me to do my Statue of Liberty impression again, this time very slowly and carefully. and then go to bed.

PS: Ow.

PPS: Ow ow ow.