Yes Tammy we hate pushups too
Hope you hear good news about the dispatching job..but if not, then yes just keep on taking steps towards the goal
and W-h-o-a at riding alone in Memphis!!Reda, that is so kewl that your old bike is still available, I hope you get her back! and lol @ the way your DH will get up, if you say you're riding to the big city

Hi Colleen, lol @ you adding fuel to the fire

Tymaboy those pics are great, from your phone? Sorry you ran out of gas, glad you got rescued

Well a recap of last Wednesday, when DH had the crash. He was on his way home, and approaching where he knew there was construction (scarified pavement; torn up pavement; bumps up and down) There was no one behind him or in front of him, he remembers that.
The next thing he remembers, is being on his back on the ground with paramedics and firemen around. His injuries show that he must have hit on his left side first; then did some kind of bounce involving his face and mouth; then ending up on his back. Someone driving stopped and witnessed that he was 'out' for at least 2 minutes.
Transported to our local hospital. I got the call when I walked in the door home from work, at 6:30 pm . Hospital is only 5 minutes away so got there quickly. He was in the ER, really not looking good, totally could see he was dazed by the way he interacted with me; and his poor face! blood and road rash on/around nose and mouth. His shoulder, forearm, bicep and thumb were hurting alot; plus a spot on his chest where maybe a handlebar poked him; and big long scratches down his back like a tiger got him (even with his hugely heavy leather jacket on)
THey took x rays and did a CAT scan; that was when they said 'you have a basal skull fracture and bleeding on the brain. You are going to Fletcher Allen' (big medical facility 50 miles from here)
well of course that about stopped my heart. talk about fear!! We sent our older son home to take care of dog, and make calls, and I followed the ambulance in my car.
after being in the ER for a while, at 10:30 pm he was admitted to Surgical Intensive Care Unit; oh man up there they had horrible head trauma patients, really scary. So they did lots more x rays, ultrasound, etc. etc. all through the night. Why is it like Grand Central Station in Intensive Care, at 4 in the morning???
finally at 5 a.m. I HAD to take a break; I went down the cafeteria and ate something. Then checked back with Joe again, and said that I had to try to sleep a little. I went into the Waiting Room, pulled my hoodie up and was able to fall asleep sitting up in the chair. Drooled all over myself though. I was able to sleep for almost an hour.
Then I had to wait an hour because docs were doing their rounds. There was a lady in the waiting room that wanted to talk, I didn't want to talk!! I had to excuse myself and get out of there, but then I used that time to make cell calls (thank g I had charged up my phone properly the day before)
So more x rays and tests that morning. And constant monitoring of his eyes and reflexes, due to the concussion. But they started to give us hope that he would be released maybe that afternoon.
It took forever (it seemed) for all the docs to agree, but then he was released at almost 6 pm Thursday night, barely 24 hours after the initial accident. It seems crazy to let a skull fracture person out so early, but they thought it was OK.
He has to wear a neck brace for 6 weeks; take anti-seizure meds for a week; he of course hurts ALL over, hitting like that and tumbling will dI o that.
We realize he is SO lucky!! a inch or so lower and I think it would have been maybe a cervical spine fracture??? and no broken limbs.
oh...about the bike. He was riding my bike.
Yeah. it is very ironic because DH has always said, he has NO sentimental feelings towards his bike. and that shows, he never ever ever washes it, kinda beats it...whereas for me, you guys know how i love my bike..my pride and joy..and she is totaled. And it's like no one is allowing me to mourn my bike. Because the comment is 'thank god your husband is relatively ok; the bike can be replaced, people can't' . Of course I know that! ! Can't I do both?? both feel grateful that it wasn't worse, but still be unbelievebly sad about the loss of my bike?
I know it has been a very very stressful few days but I am feeling the horrible depression that I thought was over. I cry at ANYTHING, I am indulging in self-destructive eating and drinking, it is crummy.
I don't want another bike, I don't want a new bike, I want my old one back. **** I'm crying now, and don't want to, DH thinks I'm mad at him and I"m not!!
thanks for letting me vent

