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Following on from [url= http://www.singletrackworld.com/forum/topic/trailcentres-and-their-nearest-ae-is-there-a-list ]this thread[/url] I'm wondering what your longest trip to get fixed up after an injury is?
I once broke my hand right [url= http://bit.ly/gsc115 ]here[/url] so had to hike, carrying my bike, for 2 miles then get a ferry and 3 trains home to drop off my bike (and take a shower whilst I was there), before another train out again into Glasgow Western. Must have taken 4 or 5 hours all in. What have you had to go through?
Longest was broken off top of arm bone and posterior dislocation (required a long plate an 9 screws) in Perthshire, took about 3 hrs of being poked by TJ on a van til we got back to minor injuries at the Western General in Edinburgh where they did an xray and gave me a sling (Saturday)
Went home, passed out in shower, slept, chilled all Sunday
Went to hospital on Monday, got booked for surgery on the Thursday.
had first proper painkiller after the Op.
(had been given a couple of painkiller tabs by a mate that i broke into little bits and they didn't do much - thought i was allergic so didnt want to take them).
It bloody hurt for 4 days leading to the op so i call that my longest trip - Docs marvelled at my pain threshold and missed the dislocation of the ball on 2 xrays as they thought there couldn't have been much wrong as i wasn't writing around. I did some quality writhing after the op! ouch! 🙂
Aye TBC - you were far too hard. A bit more screaming and wailing might have been in order. You were funny when you got the gas tho to get your shirt off ( he wouldn't let me and the nurse cut his new cycling shirt off) Alternating screams and giggles
I crawled a mile and a half with multiple fractures of the femoral neck and femur.. (ball joint snapped off my thigh bone at the hip plus broken thigh).. plus a fractured sternum and a collapsed lung..
only to discover that the steps leading off the beach had been vandalised.. I had to crawl up the cliffs as far as poss to avoid the incoming tide and then sit tight for 12 hours until dawn.. in January.. in the rain..
then got helicopter ride - another helicopter ride - ambulance - hospital
ace
In a similar vein to WCA unwillingness to have his shirt cut.. I was heartbroken to discover that I had lost a shoe at some point during the evening.. they were brand new
I got pushed off by some idiot 2kms into a 70km race and manged to break my thumb and other minor injuries to a knee and shoulder. I can remember thinking that as I had paid I really should finish. With a new technique for managing the shifter and holding onto the grip I continued and finished. From the finish line there was a 2km trip to the nearest doctor before a 10km drive to the hospital and a cast.
That is nails yunki
Yunki- are you called Murphy or a T1000 by any chance.
Universal soldier maybe?
'built'!
yunki - we need to hear the full story. What happened?
Yes we need to know what happened on that beach
I have no wish to shatter your illusions regarding my heroics but I must be truthful..
Ironically for such an astonishing tale of the human desire to survive.. I had moments earlier thrown myself from the top of a 250 foot cliff in a fit of teenage angst..
although to be fair the angst was somewhat mulitplied by the 12 months of intravenous methamphetamine abuse preceding the event.. see [url= http://www.singletrackworld.com/forum/topic/ever-thought-of-suicide ]this thread[/url] for a discussion on the morality of suicide..
In the confusion and darkness I had picked the highest point of the clifftop.. but not the most vertical.. and on finding myself very much alive at the foot of the cliff the survival instinct took over.. (after a brief flirtation with the idea of dragging myself into the sea to drown myself.. I don't like cold water though..
aah the hypocrisy.. 🙄 )
not big and not clever but an extraordinary feat of endurance nonetheless.. it surprised me anyway..
My sincerest apologies for laying that one on you so early in the morning folks.. but my desire to show off my macho prowess briefly over-rode my will to protect you from dark and depressing stories..
view it as a cautionary tale perhaps..
Glad you survived - this place wouldn't be the same without you.
Rachel
yunki, anywhere near eastbourne at the time?
thanks Rachel.. I'm glad too.. although why I couldn't have made up a story about rescuing a puppy or chasing a villain or being caught in a landslip is something that I may never know.. 😳
it was all over 20 years ago and my life is very very good now in case anyone worries.. sorry again folks
furthur west than that Saccades
Christ yunki, reading those injuries are making me squirm! I thought you got them mountain biking so I was thinking about selling my bike and taking up bean bag making as a hobby!
Its a great story and I'm glad it has a happy ending....
😯 at Yunki
God forbid you'd gone down headfirst, you might have hurt yourself.
No idea of timescale as i wasn't with it, but it seemed to take ages for the paramedics and volunteers to lift me on a stretcher from the bottom of the slab at dalbeattie to the ambulance. Unlike TBC, my shorts were cut open on site...still, with a huge cut on my head, blood all down my hair, unable to stand up, my dignity was the last thing on my mind. Unlike later on, when i finally needed to pee, but couldn't stand up with the pain - despite morphine - and had to pee lying down. Turns out it is very hard to pee like that. 😯 Final classy moment was arriving home about 4am, wearing hospital paper pants/gown since they'd cut my shorts off, stitches in head, blood matted all over my hair... There's some memories i wish i could forget, but thats one day i never will.
Whilst wakeboarding in Florida I was trying a Move called a Raley, this involves riding your wakeboard very fast toward the boat wake taking off the top of the wake and letting the board come up behind you. The effect I was after involves me looking like superman about 15ft off the water holding on to the boat rope. I made the superman look but didn't get my board back under me in time and I over extending and broke my shoulder on impact.
I went out and drank lots of bud that night hoping the pain would go away. IT DIDN'T. Went to the local hospital who very kindly took xrays at a price(thank god for credit card) only to be told that as I was flying home the next day the op would have to be done back home. The flight home was pretty painful as my mate who was with me is a barefooter and barefoot jumper who is built like that very big poop house. He did try to keep his massive frame from squeezing me whilst we were squished in cattle class cheap flight seats.
I arrived back in the UK and went to hospital, they confirmed my shoulder needed screwing back together. By the time I was booked in and had the op I had waited a week and flew across the atlantic.
I believe in self help, my surgeon had told me it would be 3 months before I would make it back onto the water, I proved him wrong and was back behind the boat in 6 weeks. My boss was brill and didn't call me in on light duties, instead I could do the exercises my physio had given me all day.
Cheers Si
No idea of timescale as i wasn't with it, but it seemed to take ages for the paramedics and volunteers to lift me on a stretcher from the bottom of the slab at dalbeattie to the ambulance.
I've been wondering if I'm going to let me teenage son ride down this in 5 weeks time. I don't think I'm that risk avers but this is hardly encouraging.
What went wrong? Is it normally difficuilt/ dangerous......
a ten yr old on a microscooter stepped out on me cycling home 3 weeks ago I broke my heel and ankle it really hurt o turned down the offer of an ambo and cycles clipped in with 1 foot to a & e only 2 miles when I got there realised dismounting was gonna be awkward tried to lean to my good side failed screamed like a girl and some ambo drivers came and scooped me up
compared to the above stories tho it wasn't that bad
yunki you are john rambo and I claim my 5 pounds
Morzine to Taunton! drove with a smashed up foot (smashed it failing to bail after hitting a berm square on and launching miles down the hill in Les Gets, rode/hopped back to the chalet in Morzine on my own.. once home it I was kept in overnight in Taunton hospital, operated on, 3 pins, 2 bolts and 8mths+ in a cast followed by a couple of years physio.. still hurts 9years down the line.
100 mile drive to my house from the Forest of Dean with a shoulder/arm joint that kept popping out. Then around 3-4 miles to the hospital the day after.
9 months....
I fractured two vertebrae in an accident and flew back unaware (well, sore back) two days later to NZ. Got back and went to hospital where it was disgnosed. Premium economy probably saved me from any more damage !
when i broke my tibia etc in canada i rode off the mountain, collapsed in the road then decided to go to the pub 🙂 🙂
the next day my leg looked like it belonged to nelly the elephant so i went to hospital for bone graft and metal work