This Sunday just passed I had my first semi-proper off. I call it a "semi-proper" off since in the grand scheme of things is was pretty minor. It happened early Sunday morning. I was up early and decided to have a short ride down to Werribee South, along the beach/marina area in the early light and maybe take some photos. I headed off around 07:00 and it was lovely and brisk, sun was coming up and looked to like it was going to be a glorious day. I headed down past Werribee Zoo and the golf course on K Road and came up to a 90ish degree left hand bend. I was in no rush so I slowed down to take it nice and easy, began to turn in... Next thing I know, I'm on the deck and I can hear that horrible noise of a motorcycle sliding along bitumen. I think to myself "move, you're lying in the middle of the road." I couldn't. Pain in my left knee and the rest of me wouldn't get up off the ground. A few moments later and plenty of swearing got me up and limping my way over to where my bike was. I hit the kill switch and pick it up. Left hand fairing is broken up and smashed in, the mirror has snapped off (for the third time) and the indicator is gone and in pieces over the road. At this point I push it off the road and go pick up the bits and pieces thay have fallen off. I follow the scrape marks my bike left and notice a long patch of gravel in the centre of the road. I can see where I've slid on it. The gravel is really hard to see and I definitely didn't notice it coming up to the corner. Looking back on it now I know that my bike slid almost clean across the road, but me, I stopped pretty much in my lane still. That might explain the damage I did to my knee. After taking a few photos of the road and my bike (as you do), I put all the bits and bobs in my tank bag and checked over the bike to see if it's ridable. I decide it is and try to start it up. Nothing. Shit. Check the kill switch, still no go. Shit. I push it around to line it up for a kick start when I notice no neutral light. Odd, how can I push it around if it's not in neutral? Tap the gear lever up and down a bit, get my neutral light and fire it up. Thank fcuk for that, not sure how fast I could have hobbled to attempt a kick start. I make it home and pull it into the garage. Get off and start walking inside. My knee is really getting bad now. It was sore on the way home, but now it's hard to put weight on. It's around 08:00 and everyone is still asleep. The wife was in with our youngest feeding her and must have drifted off in there, so I grab an icepack and hop in bed. There's no bruising and not much swelling so I just lay there chilling out. Some time later the wife comes in and asks why the icepack. I explain and we check out my knee and it's a little more swollen, but not too bad. So I just continue chilling/sulking and eventually I drift off to sleep. Next thing it's around 15:00 and I'm woken up by massive sharp pain in my knee. I check it out and it has ballooned up to an enormous size and started turning funky colours. Wife says to get my shit together we are going to get it looked at. I get up, hop over to the loo to have a pee before we go, but it hurts too much and I can't pee! Then I start to feel dizzy. Then really fcuking dizzy. I sit down on the loo and wait for it to pass. It doesn't. It gets worse. Next thing I know the wife is in there freaking out because I am on the loo slumped against the wall unconscious. Only thing stopping me from falling flat on my face is the toilet roll thingo! I can't see much (it was like really bad TV reception), can't move and can't talk. 000 gets called, one of the neighbours is helping get me sorted, I puke on him (sorry Ben!) Ambos arrive and I'm starting to regain control of myself. Enough for a limp wave and moronic grin to all of the neighbours that had come out to see what I had done to myself this time. At the hospital I get wheeled in to the waiting room. I am ok in there watching Bathurst by myself for a bit, then it starts happening again. I can't call out to get the nurses attention, nothing comes out other than a mumble. I wheel myself what seems to be kilometres to where the nurse is and wave at her... Next thing I know there's people all around me, someone holding my head. Great unconscious again. A bed gets brought over and now I am magically laying in it. I get wheeled into a room somewhere and all this shit stuck on me and in me. WTF!? It's just a sore knee. Why am I loosing conciousness? (spoiler: we never really find out) My blood pressure is down to 95 on 65 or something like that, which is really low. I'm on a drip and have a munch on some salad and start to pick up. It's around 19:00, I get wheeled out to get an X-ray. On the way back I ask if we can stop for a wee break. This time I pee without passing out. Progress! I finish my salad and have some juice. Doc comes in and tells me there is no broken bones, but I should get a GP to write me a referal to get an MRI as he suspects ligament damage. Around 21:00, the swelling has gone down a fair bit. Doc says he is happy. I get some crutches, a big fcuk off Velcro splint thing on my leg, a box of pain killers and told I can go home. So now it's 04:30 Tuesday morning and I can't sleep. I've been thinking about the time I dropped my bike on tram tracks back in march (1st time I broke the mirror) and the time I dropped it while stopped on the side if the road last month and it landed on me (2nd time I broke the mirror). So I am typing this out in bed on my phone, hoping just getting it out of my system can help me feel like I should get back on the bike when I'm healed. I know I'm overreacting, I know there are people much, MUCH worse off than me, but my knee is many shades of purple and hurts, I've hated being on crutches since high school and I'm a big fcuking sook. That ended up being a lot longer than I thought. TL;DR I crashed, hurt my knee, passed out on the toilet and now I'm sooking about it. Where I crashed. What I crashed on. What I crashed.