I didn’t plan to spend June 2025 off my feet — literally — but life has a way of throwing you curveballs. Or in my case, one badly timed corner and a bike I thought I had full control over.
June 2nd – The Crash
It happened on a quiet afternoon after visiting my grandparents. I was cycling home the same way I always do — same route, same bike — until I hit the deck. No flashing lights, no slow-motion drama, just me, my dented bike, and a wave of pain I didn’t see coming.
I managed to get back on, switched the battery on, and rode myself home slowly — dazed, bleeding, and with my Leeds United jumper wrapped around my head to stop the bleeding as best I could. My left arm was throbbing, but I chalked it up to a bad knock. Turns out, it was more than that. After getting checked out properly, I found out I’d fractured the radial head in my left elbow. Yep — one wrong turn and I was benched.
June 10th – NHS Fit Note: Out of Action
From June 10th to July 9th, I was officially signed off — no lifting, no scrubbing, no night shifts at the arena. At first, it felt like a forced holiday. But by the second week, I missed the rhythm: the buzz after a gig, the sound of mop buckets rolling, the satisfaction of an empty, spotless arena at 4 a.m.
It’s funny what you start to miss when you’ve got time to sit still.
June 28th – The Big 3-0
I always thought I’d turn 30 doing something memorable — maybe a big party, or at least a night out. Instead, I had a healing elbow, a few quiet visitors, and a slice of cake on the sofa. It was low-key, but not empty.
Being stuck at home gave me time to reflect — on where I’ve been, where I’m going, and what still matters. I didn’t feel old turning 30… just a little wiser (and a bit more cautious on a bike).
Final Thoughts
June wasn’t packed with concerts, comedy, or chaos. It was full of rest, recovery, and reminders that sometimes life forces you to slow down so you can come back stronger.
I may not have been on shift this month, but I’ve still got my uniform ready — and when July rolls around, I’ll be back at the arena where I belong, one careful step at a time.