It's a bit of a rant. Just spent 2 weeks in hospital cause some jerkoff decided to toss a beer bottle out his car window. I hit it, and shattered a few bones when I crashed.
My bike's a wreck, and so am I. Surgeries to help mend/set the bones, and a nice steel rod.. that needs to be removed later. More surgeries.
Met a little man, who called himself a doctor. Told me if I wasn't so obese, I may not have injured myself as bad. The portly doctor had read my height/weight from the chart, and not bothered to see if I was obese, or in shape. At the time, I didn't want narcotics, but, he issued them anyways. I still have to go back to that hospital to get my personal effects. I walked to the next nearest one. I got proper care there.
I now have to inject myself with morphine when the pain gets bad. Fortunatley, I'm still on IV till the end of the week with my antibiotics. Just have to clean the port, clean the needle, and inject in the hose. Thank god, for small miracles.
Have to go in, and visit the doctor Friday, as an outpatient checkup. She's pretty cool. I'd seen her in the gym, before, twice. Knows her stuff, and has good bedside manner.
Probably lucky that I was in shape, helps me heal faster, but, conversley, probably caused more damage when I hit, with the extra mass, yet, again, probably prevented worse injuries.
Spent a few days drugged, in a coma. That's really unnerving when you come out
If anything, I learned two things from this experience. Appreciate every day you have. Wear a bike helmet. (Usually, I didn't when I ride, now, I'll always wear one)
My bike's a wreck, and so am I. Surgeries to help mend/set the bones, and a nice steel rod.. that needs to be removed later. More surgeries.
Met a little man, who called himself a doctor. Told me if I wasn't so obese, I may not have injured myself as bad. The portly doctor had read my height/weight from the chart, and not bothered to see if I was obese, or in shape. At the time, I didn't want narcotics, but, he issued them anyways. I still have to go back to that hospital to get my personal effects. I walked to the next nearest one. I got proper care there.
I now have to inject myself with morphine when the pain gets bad. Fortunatley, I'm still on IV till the end of the week with my antibiotics. Just have to clean the port, clean the needle, and inject in the hose. Thank god, for small miracles.
Have to go in, and visit the doctor Friday, as an outpatient checkup. She's pretty cool. I'd seen her in the gym, before, twice. Knows her stuff, and has good bedside manner.
Probably lucky that I was in shape, helps me heal faster, but, conversley, probably caused more damage when I hit, with the extra mass, yet, again, probably prevented worse injuries.
Spent a few days drugged, in a coma. That's really unnerving when you come out
If anything, I learned two things from this experience. Appreciate every day you have. Wear a bike helmet. (Usually, I didn't when I ride, now, I'll always wear one)