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10/29/2015 5:47pm
Making that phone call to your wife or parents after you crashed and know something isn't right with you. I know that some of you couldn't make the call from being hurt to bad but for me after I collected my thoughts I could. I had a friend come down from Connecticut to go ride at club Mx open house Saturday and Sunday go to my best friends private track. Everything was going as planned until late Sunday afternoon, a turtle was trying to cross the track so I stopped the guys so I could get the turtle off the track. After that I got on my bike and started to ride the track again, made a couple jumps and went for a table table that's about 90" or so that I have jumped 100 times before. I was in the air and looked to my right where my buddies wife was watching since I didn't know she was there. I landed and tucked the front throwing me on my right side knocking the breath out of me along with hitting my head making me not sure where I was for a second. After that I got up right away trying to get my breath figuring out my shoulder wasn't right, the guys where there telling me I was fine and that I should try moving my shoulder which I did and put my hands on top of my head with no pain I could just feel something moving. I get back to the top of the track and call my wife to tell her she needs to come get me but that I'm fine. She gets to the track and I get in the car and tell her I might need to go to the ER to get checked out, she looks at me like your alright and if I was serious about needing to go. We get to the ER and when the lady is leaving with the X-ray machine she says your collarbone is broke and you can see it if you want, my wife jumps up and says let me see it so she is in the hall looking at it laughing at me! I knew things where going to be ok with me after that and didn't know how upset she would be! I think I found a keeper! Lol!! I know I have written to much but wondered some of your stories having to break the news to the people that love you the most?!
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Me: "I'm going to the hospital. I broke my tib/fib. And no, I'm not joking."
Her: "Ok, I'll meet you there? Or do you want me to come to the track?"
Me: "I'll just see you at the hospital."
Her: "I'll leave now. Love you."
Fortunately (or unfortunately) it's not my first time calling her to tell her something happened to me. She's got a good head on her shoulders and we simply deal with it. No need to bring drama to it. She handled it the same way when I got hit by a car while training on my bicycle. Only that time, she came to get me and we didn't do the whole ER thing.
Shane
Then one day she got one from my girl friend saying "we're at the hospital and he's not OK". 8 years later I was pretty much fine......
Collarbone, for example, I had some help loading my bike. made my jersey into a sling, and drove home. Ate Tums and Ibuprofen like candy for a couple weeks.
Let's face it.. for that particular injury, the hospital prescribes you an anti inflammatory, charges your insurance company hundreds for a sling you aren't going to wear, and a doctor gives you advice you aren't going to take.
"Hey Wendy. He is awake and breathing, but we have to get him to the hospital to be looked at."
Same sentence every time
Had to have my parents drive down in a rental car to collect me. I see my Podiatrist in 2 hours. I will need surgery. My family is pissed. I'll be 41 in a week. I should have known better. Super bummed.
the part that made the phone call the worst was when my mom replied "you fucking what?! you shot your eye out?! how many times have you watched A Christmas Story?!"
it was a recurring joke for the next 4 months.
for as many times as i've been hurt from riding, the phone call was never a big deal to anyone, it was kind of expected. that phone call about my eye was another deal entirely.
Sorry Gary!
When I got home, my wife (who's a Nurse Practitioner) took one look at me and said "you are going to the hospital right now". So I didn't get my shower. I ended up having emergency surgery on my wrist that night, and then almost died because my lungs were so messed up and I apparently hadn't told them about that part of my accident. Broken bones were plentiful. Broken and dislocated wrist, eleven broken ribs with heavily contused lungs, broken scapula and two broken vertebra. I spent a week in the hospital, mainly from the chest injury, but also had another wrist surgery.
But the topper of it all, I DIDN'T GET A SHOWER for FIVE DAYS! After laying in bed with my ass still full of riding grit for almost a week, a wonderful nurse gave me a sponge bath and it is still one of the best feelings I've ever had. Nothing sexual either ( I know how we men think when we hear nurse and sponge bath ), just the feeling of being clean at last.
Pit Row
Cold winter day practice riding at a place called Rainer beech. I swapped out through a set of whoops ( not going real fast ) and I got tangled up with the bike a little. Hit a few spots on my body that ached , including my left knee cap. The knee ached pretty good and I had " Thought " I just whacked it good. Mind you it was raining and my gear was all wet. About 3hrs later I started getting really tired....like really , really tired!
I go back to the truck , put my bike back on the stand and go sit down. I put my hand on my aching knee and the damn thing moved inside my pants ( like not the way it should move?? ) So I took my pants down to take a look and freakin' knee cap was just flopping there! My boot was full of blood and wasn't clotting because I was bending it and using it all day , and riding with wet pants didn't help. It didn't really hurt that bad because I severed all the nerves I guess. Still partially numb there. And I guess it was the foot peg that got me.
A buddy took me to the hospital and they scrubbed the knee out with a big brush to get rid of all the sand. I got two layers of sticthes and a big knee brace. I think I had it on for a good month before they removed the outer stitches. Then it took another 5-6 weeks to get my knee to bend normal again.
2nd thing.....during my real bad wreck in 05' ( I spent 3 weeks in Emanueal hospital , punctured lungs and about 30 bones )....right after that wreck , I asked my buddies to help me load my bike and that I may need some help getting home. They said " Hey dumbass....you aint going home , you're fucked up so bad you don't even know it yet " haha. They ended up being correct on that.
I usually call my mom like nothing is wrong and slip into to convo "yea I just may or may not have crashed today, I'm headed to the hospital, totally fine though for sure!"
If I go to the track without any trusted riding buddies I jot down some emergency contact info on a piece of masking tape and stick it on my crossbar pad. Actually, I've been meaning to have some small stickers printed with contact info that I can put on my MX and MTB helmets.
I was also in the military at the time, and had to let my 1ST SGT know i wasnt going to be functioning for awhile..........
yeah.........
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