Epic fail

First day back at work today, two weeks after surgery on my foot.

Day goes well- really productive, enjoying being back with my colleagues.

Late afternoon and I take a couple of codeine- something I've not had to do when resting at home, but I've had a half hours walk to work, been in and out of meetings etc, and my foot has started to hurt.

5 O'clock rolls around, I leave- heading to Shoreditch Highstreet station to get home.
I call in on Furious Tiles at his new shop to discuss a new bike, we're chatting away, then I faint.

I come round on the deck, having wiped out the managers Argon18 Gallium Pro on my way down.

Everyone is niceness itself, I am offered a seat, some water and a banana energy bar, and sit there covered in cold sweat, full of shame.

I once fell off my skateboard (BITD) and twisted my ankle. I put some peas on it and later that night went to a party. After sitting and chilling with my homies for some time I then met a delightful young lady and through mutual decision decided it was time to leave. Upon standing up I promptly passed out and collapsed, hammering the shit out of a natty G-plan unit on my way down. She left with my mate, but I did discover he left me a bag of something by way of compensation. My ankle was the size of a grapefruit and I ended up in hospital. Oh, the trials of youth...

CSB blah