I AM IRON MAN!

So, today has taught me one very important thing.

I am fucking INDESTRUCTIBLE!

So, there I was walking to college (It was sunny, and I fancied a 4 mile walk, okay?) and I was NOT paying attention to my surroundings, I had music blaring in my ears and a the light breeze was blowing my too-long fringe into my eyes. Yeah, time to get a hair cut I think, BUT ANYWAY!

I begin to cross this road, and totally disobeyed the 'stop, look, go' rule, and the demi-god of traffic (Yes, there is one, but I forget it's name...google it) must have taken offence, and was all like "Right, I'm gonna get this fucker..." and sent a freakin' MONSTER of a pick-up truck hurtling down the street.

I glanced to the left too late, and suddenly I find myself with a chest full of bumper, and a chin covered in bonnet, before being thrown about 5 feet forward.

Now, the driver was a short, blonde woman with some big-ass shades on. Is that a stereotype? Must've been her totally ripped boyfriends car.

She jumps out to check if I'm okay, runs toward me all freaked out because I wasn't moving (gonna be honest, I was doing that to scare her a little, I'm a bastard, I know) and starts tapping my shoulder frantically asking if I was okay, with an underlying tone of "This better not effect my no-claims bonus".

I eventually get to my feet, my ribs felt like they had been turned upside-down, but other than that I was fine. I stumbled around a little, and she offered me a lift to the hospital (after I had told her it was totally my fault, of course) and even though I persisted I was okay (because I was) she practically bundled me into the car and took me anyway.

As she dropped me off at the main entrance, and vanished down the street, I buggered off home.

My ribs still throb a little, and I now have a crippling fear of leaving the house, but other than that, I'm fine!

Suck THAT traffic god!