[quote]dez6485 wrote:
SkyzykS wrote:
[road rash pic/]
Damn. But hey, thats what morphine is for!
Get well soon.
morphine?! yea right, i wish! i got to the hospital about 3:15pm, the first time i got anything for the pain was about 6:30-6:45pm when i got home and took one of the prescribed pain pills.
and boooooy i could have used it. they had to use a sponge with soap and wipe all over the roadrash and then scrub it to get the pieces of my t-shirt and gravel out. about halfway through the first time, i asked the nurse to stop because it was burning so badly.
she then went to get some numbing solution, which when applied, burned worse than my back burned after i was done skidding on the street. this “numbing solution” never numbed a fucking thing. while waiting for that to kick in, some other nurses took me for various x-rays.
by the time i retured from x-ray, it had apparently taken so long that the whole cleaning process for the roadrash had to be started over. this time it was a new nurse, and she was trying to put that numbing crap on me again…i very politely told her not to put that fucking shit on me again…
the meds i ended up with- hydrocodone and ibuprofen 800mg. i was hoping the meds would be something strong enough to knock me out, but at least it got me comfortable the last two days on the couch. now its monday, back to school, taking forever to walk across campus…[/quote]
Sorry to hear about the accident. That really sucks, but hopefully you have a quick recovery.
I laid my CBR down many years ago, just hit a patch of sand with the front tire going around a corner. I remember skidding across the tar watching my bike spinning ahead of me and watching my girlfriend sliding into the grass on the side of the road behind me.
We couldn’t have been doing more than 30mph at the time, but it was almost dreamlike how slow everything seemed to happen. I remember looking back to see if my gf was ok, and seeing my shoelaces had ripped off my shoe but they were still in a perfect knot lying in the middle of the road.
I also vividly remember the nurse scrubbing the sand and bits of blue jeans out of my shin with what looked like a piece of steel wool, and the doctor grabbing my hands and forearms and twisting it in various directions to check for fractures.
The worst part was that we were in Maine, and being dumb ass college students we weren’t wearing any helmets, because, of course, they don’t require them in Maine, so why would you? I pressed my hands/forearms into the ground so as not to hit my face on the ground, and they were full of pebbles. That was the last time I rode without a helmet.