FelixDeCat
Lifer
So Ive been making a remarkable recovery from the surgeries I had late last year to get rid of UC. Ive been either walking 5 miles a day or biking for two to three hours. I was back up to 30 pushups a day and otherwise enjoying good health after suffering for the last 13 years.
The more I rode my bike the more confident I became, taking on more and more scary hills of asphalt or grass. Yesterday I was going full speed down a steep bumpy grass hill on my way back from riding through a forrested trail along the river. Ive taken this hill before so I was confident I could handle it. At the bottom of the hill you have to slow down and veer sharply to the right or youll be headed back up the the mini slope leading back to the widing road on the other side.
Instead of slowing down I thought I had enough momentum to go up the equally steep slope on the other side. When I was going up it, the grass and bumpy ground acted like a brake and slowed me so fast that I lost my momentum and tried to recover by steering right back down the slope. It didnt work.
After the right turn the bike came to a stop sideways on the steep slope. I now had nothing to rest my right foot on. I tried in vain anyway sticking my leg out to stop the fall. My leg twisted around and gave way. I then quickly stuck my right arm out to break the fall, that didnt work either and my own body weight, downward momentum and bike made my arm give way as well.
At the very end the handlebars slammed into my kneecap and I kept sliding down the hill now separted from the bike. I came to stop and my leg was killing me. It looked all screwed up and hurt like hell. All of this was happenning real fast and I was alone in between these two hills where no one could see me. I quickly thought that my leg was out of socket and tried I to straigten it out real fast. Nope. I realized now I couldnt move at all.
Thankfully I had my phone, called my dad and he headed over. In the meantime a couple of passers by helped me from the gulley to the curb. Luckily there was two of them so they could carry my torso.
Anyway, I arrived in the emergency room at 3pm yesterday and left at 1am today. I had several xrays and a CT scan (it was agony getting all that done). I have a sprained right arm and a broken tibea plateau. Some small bone is also dislocated and will require surgery (a plate and screws).
The next two weeks will be fun filled days of bed rest, followed by agonizing trips to the bathrom, a velcro leg immobilizer that I swear is reducing my circulation and leg that spasms frequently. And since my right arm is also out of whack for the time being, Im pretty much screwed (thankfully the swelling is comming down and the vicoden helps).
Overconfidence is sometimes rather painful. 😳
The more I rode my bike the more confident I became, taking on more and more scary hills of asphalt or grass. Yesterday I was going full speed down a steep bumpy grass hill on my way back from riding through a forrested trail along the river. Ive taken this hill before so I was confident I could handle it. At the bottom of the hill you have to slow down and veer sharply to the right or youll be headed back up the the mini slope leading back to the widing road on the other side.
Instead of slowing down I thought I had enough momentum to go up the equally steep slope on the other side. When I was going up it, the grass and bumpy ground acted like a brake and slowed me so fast that I lost my momentum and tried to recover by steering right back down the slope. It didnt work.
After the right turn the bike came to a stop sideways on the steep slope. I now had nothing to rest my right foot on. I tried in vain anyway sticking my leg out to stop the fall. My leg twisted around and gave way. I then quickly stuck my right arm out to break the fall, that didnt work either and my own body weight, downward momentum and bike made my arm give way as well.
At the very end the handlebars slammed into my kneecap and I kept sliding down the hill now separted from the bike. I came to stop and my leg was killing me. It looked all screwed up and hurt like hell. All of this was happenning real fast and I was alone in between these two hills where no one could see me. I quickly thought that my leg was out of socket and tried I to straigten it out real fast. Nope. I realized now I couldnt move at all.
Thankfully I had my phone, called my dad and he headed over. In the meantime a couple of passers by helped me from the gulley to the curb. Luckily there was two of them so they could carry my torso.
Anyway, I arrived in the emergency room at 3pm yesterday and left at 1am today. I had several xrays and a CT scan (it was agony getting all that done). I have a sprained right arm and a broken tibea plateau. Some small bone is also dislocated and will require surgery (a plate and screws).
The next two weeks will be fun filled days of bed rest, followed by agonizing trips to the bathrom, a velcro leg immobilizer that I swear is reducing my circulation and leg that spasms frequently. And since my right arm is also out of whack for the time being, Im pretty much screwed (thankfully the swelling is comming down and the vicoden helps).
Overconfidence is sometimes rather painful. 😳
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