On Friday afternoon, I had the opportunity to get to know the British Health Service a little better. I was always told that the British Health Service is really bad, but I was very surprised. The ambulance was fast, the doctors in the hospitals nice and the surgery did not take long. Maybe it’s because the stitches are on the back of my head so I can not judge the quality of the surgery, but the scar does not even hurt anymore.

This sounds all worse than it was. Here’s the story: On Friday night I was riding on my bike towards the Ice-Skating-Range in Cambridge to go skating with friends from Trinity Hall. I wasn’t going particular fast, there was no alcohol or any other car involved and there were no people to be swerved around. I simply hit a bumb in St. Andrews Street, went over the steering bar of my bike and made a touch-down on the pavement.

I got up and was a little bit dizzy, but I thought nothing really happened. My bike was alright and I had no pain whatsoever. Some bystanders took me to the side. They made me kneel down and bend my head forward. When I touched the back of my head, I knew why: blood! The bystanders were really helpful, called the police and tried to calm me down, but I did not feel very excited anyway. I thought, damn, now I am gonna miss the fun on the ice.

So I chatted with my rescuers and found out that they were students from Sri Lanka studying in Cambridge. The students also helped me to chain up my bike. Thanks, unknown people, for your help! (more…)