Near Death Experience
« on: 02 August, 2009, 07:10:05 AM »
5 weeks later and I have the story of my life to tell.
The accident was filmed by mere chance. Brutal. No obvious explanations, although bikers have theories that range from all kinds of rider error or bad road conditions.
With no aparent explanation, my bike's back wheel slides/drifts and sends me rolling down the highway. My right arm is caught in the metal guards, cutting half by the rist, which becomes "stuck" with help of the leather bracelets, and my arm is ripped off above the elbow. That was the last time I saw my arm. Lucky me, my travel buddies included 1 doctor and 2 farmacists. When they looked at my body in the road they believed I was dead. My modular helmet had the face torn off, my eyes were open blankly staring the sky, the jacket exposed my belly. I wasn't breathing. Suddenly I gasp for air. The helmet strap was choking me. They put me in emergency position and took my helmet off. I barfed and started screaming in pain, swearing and saying it hurted alot, while they tied my bleeding arm with apiece of cloth. They had the highway closed, and literally opened random cars' trunks looking for ice for my arm. It was no good, my arm couldn't be reattached anyway. Weeks later I'm told 3 of my main plexial nerves were torn off, leaving me with only 1 stretched and injured nerve.
1 hour later, I'm arriving at the hospital, still conscious trying to fight both the pain and the will to sleep.
They put me in a coma, and a 2 hour operation becomes a 16 hour operation. Things looked so dire at one point, my dad started speaking of me in past terms. My blood wasn't coagulating, I had 25 double units of blood transfused into me. Not a single drop of my blood remais inside me. I made it against medical expectations.
I remained heavly drugged in intensive care for 1 week and an half. My brain bled internally, they didn't know what it would affect. They didn't know if I'd recognize anyone. I don't remember the accident, nor any event afterwards. All I'm telling, I've been told.
During the 1 week and an half I alucinated. I was being chased. They tyed my remaining arm, tryed to restrain me, but I'd at times summon so much strength, they needed 6 male nurses to stop me from ripping my central catheter and jumping off the bed. At one time I tryed to take my own life, bitting my tongue off. They were allucinations way worse than any dream I ever had...
Eventually I regained conscience. Other than the accident memories, my brain was fine. I was completly restrained. I felt something misising. No one dared tell me about my arm. No one knew how I'd react. I suspected my right arm had some sort of mutilation. Maybe just figers if I was lucky. Eventually I found out I wasn't, when a nurse told me. I reacted cool. No use in crying for the loss of a limb. It won't grow back. Maybe the medication helped, I dunno. The nurse asked me if I already knew, my reaction was not the expected one.
It'd be anothe week and an half I'd get out of bed the first time. My muscles atrophied. In fact I was in bed for so long I had open sores due to pressure in my coxis and the back of my head. My hair was cutted further.
I needed to learn to walk again. Each day able to give one more step than the day before without loosing balance or fainting.
It was a total of 5 weeks before I could leave the hospital. During those 5 weeks of boredom I missed my bike. I still do when I see a bike in the road. In the future, I hope I'm able to ride again.
The video, it isn't gore, just plain brutal seeing me ragdolling down the asphalt. Notice that my buddy that was filming, nearly got caught both by my body and my bike. Lucky me no one else got hurt. I can deal with loosing an arm. I dunno if I could deal with hurting a friend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Y9Bv4vWVZc
I also leave you with pictures of me in the hospital.
http://www.hi5.com/friend....3934953