After my crash I was being loaded into the ambulance and a paramedic calls out my vital signs “BP one hundred and eight over seventy-six”, he says. I called out, “Hey! Not bad for a guy who just fell off his bike!” I don’t think they were amused. Then on the ride to the hospital (I was strapped to a back board) I asked the EMT, “what do they do when you have road rash?” He replied “they scrub it.” I said “Oh, that doesn’t sound too pleasant.” I think this guy was a sadist because he said “oh yeah, it hurts a lot.”
My room at the hospital was the hallway(!) and I laid there ignored on the gurney strapped to that back board for another hour and a half before someone finally came by and asked me how I was doing. I told them the pain from being strapped to the back board was now equaling the pain of my other injuries, so they took me off it. A doctor came by and said they just wanted to get some x-rays and then I could go home in a few minutes.
An hour later, my x-rays were done and I was back in the hall. The same doctor came by and now said that he just had to do some paperwork and I could go home and soak in a hot tub. At this point I’m thinking, “alright, my road rash isn’t that bad and they won’t have to scrub it after all.”
Wrong. The next guy that came by (a lot of people come by when you are in the hallway) took the gauze off my arm and said, “let’s get you cleaned up.” When I flinched while he was taking the gauze off he said, “oh that’s nothing yet.” Now I am officially nervous.
So a few minutes later they wheeled me into a small room and closed the door behind me. I knew I was in big trouble now. They had me lay on my side and they started scrubbing my forearm (which is the worst pain I have felt in my life). After about five minutes, the sadistic bastard doing the scrubbing saw how much pain I was in and went and got a shot of Demerol for me. After he administered that, I threw up two minutes later and then only felt like I was mildly buzzed from drinking. This didn’t do much for the pain from scrubbing.
After they were done scrubbing all my road rash and about to send me home my abdomen started to cramp up. Just to make sure nothing was wrong in there, they sent me to have a CT done. By this time, it feels like someone is holding a blow torch to arm and hip. I had to lie still for several minutes during the CT which was very difficult considering the pain I was in.
With the CT complete and seeing that nothing else was wrong, they gave me to Vicodins, put me in a wheelchair and brought me out to the car; at which time I threw up from the Vicodin on my empty stomach. They brought me back inside for a few minutes to make sure I was okay, and then I went home and pretty much stayed on the couch for a week.
The hospital called on Friday (the 31st) and said after reviewing the x-rays further, it looked like I had a chip fracture on the top of my tibia. The doctor said I should make an appointment at an orthopedic surgeon to check for ligament damage. The following wednesday, I went to my primary care physician and he reviewed my x-rays and found that my clavical was also fractured. I visited the orthopedic surgeon on Thursday and he said that while I had a little chip fracture on my tibia, there was no ligiment damage. So I am slowly on the mend.
A couple pictures of my bike.
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