TinyL
Wingin It
Well, Saturday before last my Legion had our 4th Annual "Freeze Your ??? Off" Poker Run. We had a nice day being the middle of January and was "Freeze" in name only. I was looking forward to the ride...been about a month since my last ride.
First, the most important thing is I still have a motorcycle that is not totaled...bike tip over protection works great...no damage
My left leg and ankle not so lucky...
Took my car into Legion early because I had a bunch of supplys for the poker run and after I had all the riders off on the poker run I headed back to my house to pick up the Wing.
Pulled out of my driveway...made it to the corner and turned left...just hit about 25 MPH and was just about to hit 2nd gear and I see a car that I had just glanced at a second ago before looking at the high school parking lot exit coming up on my right where a wrestling match was just letting out ...screaching tires made me look left againg and heading straight for me from a side street on my left side was that car I had just glanced at a second ago. The car had blown the stop sign and was about to hit me broadside. My gut told me if I braked hard he might pass in front of me. I went into full pucker factor braking while I guess I was also trying to create space because the bike stopped in about 15 feet and was leaning to far to the right when it stopped for me to keep it upright. I put my right leg down but realized I could not catch it and decided to bail out.
Tried to hop off to the left, all was well except my left toe did not come out from under the shifter. I fell to the left and my foot stayed with the bike. Felt what I thought was some relatively light popping in my ankle as I fell away. Managed to free my foot and then began looking to see what was developing around me.
The car that blew the stop sign stopped about 5 feet from killing me. He was accross the middle line of the road and 90 degrees to it. He was now appologizing 100 MPH.The kid thru his phone in car hard and admitted to have been texting at that moment. The dip at the stop sign brought him back to reality just in a nick of time.
I felt some pain in the ankle and decided it was probably just a sprain. Other motorists stopped and helped me up and put the Wing back on its stand. I limped around a couple minutes and began to then let my anger vent at this kid who I thought was about to kill me a couple minutes before. Other drivers helped clear the street and after I calmed down and had taught this 16 year old a few new words, I decided to get back to my poker run.
Soooo ankle was not feeling to bad so I took the bike back to the house. Figured I would maybe go inside and calm down a few more minutes. Parked in the driveway and stood up on the pegs and attempted to swing my right leg off the bike. I will blame it on probably still being in shock...but my right heel caught the backrest and I was laying on my back for the second time in less than a hour. Rolled over and put my left toe to the pavement and attempted to stand up and a melody of VERY BAD sounding pops came from my left leg and extreme pain shot thru my leg. Did a nose dive back into the pavement and decided I would stay there a minute and assess things a little more...
Yep, that sounds like broken bones....Yep, that's tears running down my face...CRAP this SUCKS.
Neighbor decides that I might need some help after he stopes laughing at my little lack of grace display. He parks the Wing in my garage and helps me to my car. I start the drive to the hospital 14 miles away in the next town...halfway there I realized my new insurance card is on my desk at work...I stop at my job which is halfway to the hospital and my boss runs out the card to me...crap...my wallet is on the Wing. Drive back to the house and honk a few times....crap...neighbor gone. Hop into garage and retrieve wallet and back on my journey to the hospital.
A couple miles before the hospital I get a phone call and one of the stops on my poker run is not opened up yet. I drive down to the Legion and just park in front and volunteers for the poker run start gathering around the car not knowing I had just had a accident. Started calling post directors trying to find somebody home...took about 20 minutes to get it settled...then I had to answer some other questions...finally somebody called somebody and they called somebody and the next thing I know...I have a very angry female friend of mine tell me to get the hell to the hospital.
Checked into the emergency room...they screwed up a perfectly good pair of riding boots and damn near cut my riding pants too before I pointed out the zipper on the side. The damage was scary looking. Middle of foot about 3 times the normal size...big toe pointing straight left over the top of the other toes. Foot kind of a nice blue color though...but thats probably not a good thing either. Words like "weak pulse" and "Wow" were being spoken by frigin emergency room doctors and nurses. Here comes the wheel chair and off to X-ray...
X-ray tech manhandles leg like nothing wrong with ankle...thats OK...damn near ready to pass out by now...he was nice enough to give me a lead blanket to cover the "Boys" though ...then back to the ER bed.
Here comes the Doc back into the room with news about what was wrong... Broke the fibula clean through in 3 places plus a single clean break to the Tibia...dislocate the big toe..
Now me tell you when a Doctor says this might "Pinch" a little...run like hell!! The part where they have other people hold you to the bed is a also a good sign that whats about to come is not going to be good. Some quick jerks on the leg and toe...me issuing death threats to all involved...and me probably needing a new pair of skivvies as well the hell is over...
A few more death threats from me to the people in the room later and my toe is now straight and the ankle is better I guess because the color is coming back...still scarry looking.
Well, doctors made me stay in splint for 3 days and then with more X-rays they said I was "lucky" that all the bones were lined up perfect and they would just cast it...They made me take a week off and was bed ridden for all of it with cast elevated per Doc's orders...Went back to work this week...just eliminated all dought of my co-workers that I am a workaholic!! Nurses think I'm nuts as well...
Well, since I'm a diabetic...14 weeks in a cast...recast every 2 weeks as swelling reduces and to make sure it is healing properly...going to barely make it out of a cast in time for CampSTOC...Whew...
It is at this point I can tell you how much I like Lortab 7.5...
First, the most important thing is I still have a motorcycle that is not totaled...bike tip over protection works great...no damage
My left leg and ankle not so lucky...
Took my car into Legion early because I had a bunch of supplys for the poker run and after I had all the riders off on the poker run I headed back to my house to pick up the Wing.
Pulled out of my driveway...made it to the corner and turned left...just hit about 25 MPH and was just about to hit 2nd gear and I see a car that I had just glanced at a second ago before looking at the high school parking lot exit coming up on my right where a wrestling match was just letting out ...screaching tires made me look left againg and heading straight for me from a side street on my left side was that car I had just glanced at a second ago. The car had blown the stop sign and was about to hit me broadside. My gut told me if I braked hard he might pass in front of me. I went into full pucker factor braking while I guess I was also trying to create space because the bike stopped in about 15 feet and was leaning to far to the right when it stopped for me to keep it upright. I put my right leg down but realized I could not catch it and decided to bail out.
Tried to hop off to the left, all was well except my left toe did not come out from under the shifter. I fell to the left and my foot stayed with the bike. Felt what I thought was some relatively light popping in my ankle as I fell away. Managed to free my foot and then began looking to see what was developing around me.
The car that blew the stop sign stopped about 5 feet from killing me. He was accross the middle line of the road and 90 degrees to it. He was now appologizing 100 MPH.The kid thru his phone in car hard and admitted to have been texting at that moment. The dip at the stop sign brought him back to reality just in a nick of time.
I felt some pain in the ankle and decided it was probably just a sprain. Other motorists stopped and helped me up and put the Wing back on its stand. I limped around a couple minutes and began to then let my anger vent at this kid who I thought was about to kill me a couple minutes before. Other drivers helped clear the street and after I calmed down and had taught this 16 year old a few new words, I decided to get back to my poker run.
Soooo ankle was not feeling to bad so I took the bike back to the house. Figured I would maybe go inside and calm down a few more minutes. Parked in the driveway and stood up on the pegs and attempted to swing my right leg off the bike. I will blame it on probably still being in shock...but my right heel caught the backrest and I was laying on my back for the second time in less than a hour. Rolled over and put my left toe to the pavement and attempted to stand up and a melody of VERY BAD sounding pops came from my left leg and extreme pain shot thru my leg. Did a nose dive back into the pavement and decided I would stay there a minute and assess things a little more...
Yep, that sounds like broken bones....Yep, that's tears running down my face...CRAP this SUCKS. Neighbor decides that I might need some help after he stopes laughing at my little lack of grace display. He parks the Wing in my garage and helps me to my car. I start the drive to the hospital 14 miles away in the next town...halfway there I realized my new insurance card is on my desk at work...I stop at my job which is halfway to the hospital and my boss runs out the card to me...crap...my wallet is on the Wing. Drive back to the house and honk a few times....crap...neighbor gone. Hop into garage and retrieve wallet and back on my journey to the hospital.
A couple miles before the hospital I get a phone call and one of the stops on my poker run is not opened up yet. I drive down to the Legion and just park in front and volunteers for the poker run start gathering around the car not knowing I had just had a accident. Started calling post directors trying to find somebody home...took about 20 minutes to get it settled...then I had to answer some other questions...finally somebody called somebody and they called somebody and the next thing I know...I have a very angry female friend of mine tell me to get the hell to the hospital.
Checked into the emergency room...they screwed up a perfectly good pair of riding boots and damn near cut my riding pants too before I pointed out the zipper on the side. The damage was scary looking. Middle of foot about 3 times the normal size...big toe pointing straight left over the top of the other toes. Foot kind of a nice blue color though...but thats probably not a good thing either. Words like "weak pulse" and "Wow" were being spoken by frigin emergency room doctors and nurses. Here comes the wheel chair and off to X-ray...
X-ray tech manhandles leg like nothing wrong with ankle...thats OK...damn near ready to pass out by now...he was nice enough to give me a lead blanket to cover the "Boys" though ...then back to the ER bed.
Here comes the Doc back into the room with news about what was wrong... Broke the fibula clean through in 3 places plus a single clean break to the Tibia...dislocate the big toe..
Now me tell you when a Doctor says this might "Pinch" a little...run like hell!! The part where they have other people hold you to the bed is a also a good sign that whats about to come is not going to be good. Some quick jerks on the leg and toe...me issuing death threats to all involved...and me probably needing a new pair of skivvies as well the hell is over...
A few more death threats from me to the people in the room later and my toe is now straight and the ankle is better I guess because the color is coming back...still scarry looking.
Well, doctors made me stay in splint for 3 days and then with more X-rays they said I was "lucky" that all the bones were lined up perfect and they would just cast it...They made me take a week off and was bed ridden for all of it with cast elevated per Doc's orders...Went back to work this week...just eliminated all dought of my co-workers that I am a workaholic!! Nurses think I'm nuts as well...
Well, since I'm a diabetic...14 weeks in a cast...recast every 2 weeks as swelling reduces and to make sure it is healing properly...going to barely make it out of a cast in time for CampSTOC...Whew...
It is at this point I can tell you how much I like Lortab 7.5...
