8 Weeks of Hell!

On May 16 I was involved in a motorcycle accident and was forced to put a lot of normal activities on the side and try to get better. Learned a lot of lessons from this incident, and for you fellow riders, I do not care how experienced you are or believe you are, you never know when that accident is going to happen.

I purchased my first street bike when I 19 years old, that’s 28 years ago – never had an accident, always careful, always aware of the “other guy”.

Well, there was no other guy in my case (I think) -  gladly I have no recollection of the incident,  all I remember is getting on 95, and then the site of the troopers boots and his voice asking if I can hear him, and then a brief moment in the ambulance when they said they were cutting off my clothes. Thanks goodness I wasn’t running commando that day…I listened to my mother and had a clean pair of underwear on.

And, since everyone asks, I’ll save you the breath – NO I was not wearing a helmet – which makes me even luckier!  I sustained NO trauma to my head, not a scratch – Miracle?  Luck?  whatever it was, it’ll never happen again to me, I assure you. I will not go off on a rant about helmet laws, but rest assured, I am a now a big fan.

When I arrived at the hospital, although I do not remember, I was able to text info to those that needed to know and sign pre-op paperwork, oh, even took a few cell phone shots….

Drugged up and in Shock!

Drugged up on a dilaudid drip for two days, I was released from the hospital on 5/18 – Thank goodness for good friends who picked me up, got me home and made sure I have everything I needed – the first two weeks were a blur…lot’s of pain killers, sleep, not much moving around – one trip to the supermarket with my neighbor.

Here’s an xray of the work done on my arm. dislocated, 6 screws/pins, a metal plate – bone shattered into 10 pieces – it’s been nearly 8 weeks and it still hurts like hell, and the bone is not completely mended yet. But, I am alive…and that feels good.

I'm Shattered

Burns sustained from the contact I made with the guardrail…pretty!  I still have em, just not as bad.

Ouch!

My first post-op visit to the good doctor – they were taking out the staples….

So, it’s nearly 8 weeks – I’m in P/T 3x a week and cannot extend my arm 100% yet.  Although I am making great progress.  My right leg/foot is still swollen, but I am back to work part-time which is awesome.  Doc said I can’t lift with my right arm, but can press a shutter release….that’s all I need.

Although this song is about a drunken auto accident (I was neither drinking or in a car) the end of the song resonates with me….this is an acoustic, non studio version and I like.

To the guy who called 911 and to all of my friends who reached out, stayed in touch, offered words of hope, support and love – I needed that and I need you. THANK YOU!!!!!!