Cars don't always stop.

Or at least, not exactly when and where they should. I discovered this fact this morning on the way to work - a car entered a roundabout in front of me as I was trying to accelerate out of the roundabout. I slammed on the brakes, with fairly predictable consequences on a bike... I flew over the handlebars and met the tarmac a bit more closely than I would usually. I managed to avoid hitting the car at all - I was lying on the ground looking up at the driver. My bike also seems to have avoided sustaining damage. Unfortunately, my body wasn't quite so lucky. At first I thought I was OK - slightly sore elbow and wrists, a little skin missing on a leg. After cooling down for a little while though (waiting for Mel to pick me up), my arm was letting me know that something was wrong. X-rays confirmed that the head of my right radius (forearm, near elbow) is cracked. And my wrists aren't - they're just sore. So I didn't get to work today - I've been dosed up on Panadeine instead. And Mel gets to look after me as well!