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Feel free to hang out and lurk as long as you like. However, we would like to encourage you to Early Sunday morning I ended up in a motorcycle accident. As painful as it is, I'm very lucky.
I'm diligent about my gear. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a 2 piece Aerostich Roadcrafter, a Shoei RF-1200 helmet, BMW touring boots, and some Klim gloves.
I'm unsure what caused the front wheel to wobble, but it ended up in a tank slapper. I ended up sliding feet first.
I managed to pick the bike up (2015 KTM Super Adventure) and ride to a gastation (was starting to show low fuel - but it may have been accident related) after filling up the tank, the bike wouldn't start.
So I pushed it up to a parking spot and called an Uber to take me home.
I went and laid down, I think the adrenelin dump caused me to crash out.
I woke up a few hours later to find myself stuck to all the sheets.
I did not think I needed care, but my daughter and my friend forced me to go to the ER around 1:30pm.
At the ER they gave me some IV pain. medicine, did CTscans of my head and abdomen, and Xrays of my chest and right leg/knee. Everything internal looked fine.
They sent me home with a prescription for 8 Tylenol 3, some 2% lidocaine liquid, and neosporin. With instructions to put the lidocaine on, wait 30 mins, then take a shower and clean the abrasions.
We went to pharmacy to fill the scripts and they said 30-40 mins. Asked for the lidocaine immediately, so we could put it on in the car. Started with my legs and arm and it was pure torture. I got nauseous and broke out in a sweat. I decided we could not put it on my abdomen until I had some of the Tylenol3.
We go to my friends house and I take 2 of the Tylenol3 (as prescribed) as I try to prepare myself for the burn of the lidocaine. Finally survive that and get in the shower while my friend tries scrubbing my wounds - I allowed as much as I could stand, but barely made a dent in anything. We then smeared neosporin on everything.
My friend brought me back home and I went to bed, after telling my team I was in a minor motorcycle accident and I'd likely be late in the AM. The discharge instructions said to leave it uncovered. But during the night, I of course pulled sheets and blanket over me. So, as expected, I was stuck to the bedding Monday morning. It wasn't until about noon that I managed to get the lidocaine everywhere and a little after 1pm when I finally made it out of the shower after washing with dial gold.
I wasn't able to work at all Monday.
Early Monday evening, I started getting very cold. Initially I turned on the heat (it was 72F) and then realized, oh, I should check for a fever... berkeley! 101. And the wounds were looking TERRIBLE.
I called the ER back and they said to come in and let them look at it. I called my friend and asked for a ride. We arrived around 1030pm. The doctor (different from the night before) immediately told me to go lay down on a bed. They quickly hooked up an IV, pulled some blood to test for an internal infection, and started me on dilauded and a bunch of antibiotics. The doctor was very nice, she said we need to debride the wounds. Of course, that terrified me. But she assured me, she would make sure I was ok.
They gave me another dose of dilauded and prepared to clean the wounds. It hurt like **** and they gave me another 1/2 (dose or whatever) of the dilauded again. It was still incredibly painful, but we managed to get through it.
I ended up being the ER for about 27 hours the 2nd time around. They made sure my white blood cell count came down, but my red blood count was dropping, too,
Eventually they figured it out it wasn't because of internal bleeding, but due to the multitude of bags of antibiotics they pushed in my system. 2 more CT scans and I was sent on my way, with my wounds dressed. They sent us home with everything to re-dress the wounds again on Thursday and then told me to make an appointment for wound care for Friday.
Injuries to my right hand, elbow, hip, knee, and calf - along with the abdomen. Bruised all over, of course, but so very lucky.
Wound care was absolutely excruciating on Friday though. It was one of the most horrific experiances of my life. I go back next Friday, dressing wounds at home every 2 days before then.
My gear sacrificed itself to save me.
Those jeans were on under the Aerostich. Even my wallet, which was in front right pocket has abrasions and ruined a credit card.
But... I know I'm super lucky. Ridicously lucky. I slid on the pavement, didn't impact anything, or tumble too much.
Now for the big UP of the week!!!
I turn 43 on Monday. I've wanted to be able to purchase a home my entire life. But having kids at an early age caused everlasting financial issues.
My youngest (19 years old)is currently apartment shopping with her soon to be roommate (they both work production at Tesla's Gigatexas) and so I'll live, happily, alone for the first time since October 2000 - and that was only a 3 month period.
I signed the contract about 6 weeks after I broke off an engagement for a relationship that had become very unhealthy, for both of us.
Also - I knew of my realtor through Autocross circles (SPOKES in Austin - even though I haven't been active in forever)
I am lucky, my friend was amazing to me, and life is good.
I'm diligent about my gear. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a 2 piece Aerostich Roadcrafter, a Shoei RF-1200 helmet, BMW touring boots, and some Klim gloves.
I'm unsure what caused the front wheel to wobble, but it ended up in a tank slapper. I ended up sliding feet first.
I managed to pick the bike up (2015 KTM Super Adventure) and ride to a gastation (was starting to show low fuel - but it may have been accident related) after filling up the tank, the bike wouldn't start.
So I pushed it up to a parking spot and called an Uber to take me home.
I went and laid down, I think the adrenelin dump caused me to crash out.
I woke up a few hours later to find myself stuck to all the sheets.
I did not think I needed care, but my daughter and my friend forced me to go to the ER around 1:30pm.
At the ER they gave me some IV pain. medicine, did CTscans of my head and abdomen, and Xrays of my chest and right leg/knee. Everything internal looked fine.
They sent me home with a prescription for 8 Tylenol 3, some 2% lidocaine liquid, and neosporin. With instructions to put the lidocaine on, wait 30 mins, then take a shower and clean the abrasions.
We went to pharmacy to fill the scripts and they said 30-40 mins. Asked for the lidocaine immediately, so we could put it on in the car. Started with my legs and arm and it was pure torture. I got nauseous and broke out in a sweat. I decided we could not put it on my abdomen until I had some of the Tylenol3.
We go to my friends house and I take 2 of the Tylenol3 (as prescribed) as I try to prepare myself for the burn of the lidocaine. Finally survive that and get in the shower while my friend tries scrubbing my wounds - I allowed as much as I could stand, but barely made a dent in anything. We then smeared neosporin on everything.
My friend brought me back home and I went to bed, after telling my team I was in a minor motorcycle accident and I'd likely be late in the AM. The discharge instructions said to leave it uncovered. But during the night, I of course pulled sheets and blanket over me. So, as expected, I was stuck to the bedding Monday morning. It wasn't until about noon that I managed to get the lidocaine everywhere and a little after 1pm when I finally made it out of the shower after washing with dial gold.
I wasn't able to work at all Monday.
Early Monday evening, I started getting very cold. Initially I turned on the heat (it was 72F) and then realized, oh, I should check for a fever... berkeley! 101. And the wounds were looking TERRIBLE.
I called the ER back and they said to come in and let them look at it. I called my friend and asked for a ride. We arrived around 1030pm. The doctor (different from the night before) immediately told me to go lay down on a bed. They quickly hooked up an IV, pulled some blood to test for an internal infection, and started me on dilauded and a bunch of antibiotics. The doctor was very nice, she said we need to debride the wounds. Of course, that terrified me. But she assured me, she would make sure I was ok.
They gave me another dose of dilauded and prepared to clean the wounds. It hurt like **** and they gave me another 1/2 (dose or whatever) of the dilauded again. It was still incredibly painful, but we managed to get through it.
I ended up being the ER for about 27 hours the 2nd time around. They made sure my white blood cell count came down, but my red blood count was dropping, too,
Eventually they figured it out it wasn't because of internal bleeding, but due to the multitude of bags of antibiotics they pushed in my system. 2 more CT scans and I was sent on my way, with my wounds dressed. They sent us home with everything to re-dress the wounds again on Thursday and then told me to make an appointment for wound care for Friday.
Injuries to my right hand, elbow, hip, knee, and calf - along with the abdomen. Bruised all over, of course, but so very lucky.
Wound care was absolutely excruciating on Friday though. It was one of the most horrific experiances of my life. I go back next Friday, dressing wounds at home every 2 days before then.
My gear sacrificed itself to save me.
Those jeans were on under the Aerostich. Even my wallet, which was in front right pocket has abrasions and ruined a credit card.
But... I know I'm super lucky. Ridicously lucky. I slid on the pavement, didn't impact anything, or tumble too much.
Now for the big UP of the week!!!
I turn 43 on Monday. I've wanted to be able to purchase a home my entire life. But having kids at an early age caused everlasting financial issues.
My youngest (19 years old)is currently apartment shopping with her soon to be roommate (they both work production at Tesla's Gigatexas) and so I'll live, happily, alone for the first time since October 2000 - and that was only a 3 month period.
I signed the contract about 6 weeks after I broke off an engagement for a relationship that had become very unhealthy, for both of us.
Also - I knew of my realtor through Autocross circles (SPOKES in Austin - even though I haven't been active in forever)
I am lucky, my friend was amazing to me, and life is good.
