It was a full moon today - for some strange reason, the only 4:50 club rider was myself and my 'trusty' bike - I rushed up the mountain as I was trying to catch the moon over Longs Peak. All was going well and I was feeling strong between the 'out of breath moments'.
The downhill went fine till almost the end where after a triple stair case, I was thrown over the handle bars as my rear derailleur caught the rear wheel ... the rest is history - the pile of rocks I landed on shredded my skin and sent me deep into a "stupid Frenchman" moment.
I managed to get up thinking "okay, can I count my broken bones?" - Freaking out and by myself, I untangled my front end that had made a few turns around the axle... and started to walk down. Thinking sh.... I'd better walk fast before I lose consciousness... [like deja vu really].
Two minutes later a couple of women came hiking up the trail..thank god, someone is here... 6:00 am - "are you okay?" asks Betsy [thank you so much Betsy]
Yann: "hmm, I don't think so...." as I sit down - the mind does strange things when another 'door' opens up to new opportunities.
Betsy and her friend [sorry, hard to remember names] called 911, and they carried my bike 300 yards further as I walked with them. Firemen, ambulance are there 15mn later.... I see stars the whole way down - the full moon and sunrise was not enough... obviously.
The ambulance takes me to the Medical Center of Rockies - trauma unit - Each time the ambulance passes over the railways, I think: "does this guy know I'm hurting like hell?" - my back is killing me - I'm sitting upright strapped to a back splint as I couldn't bear to lay on my back.
The Hospital: What's you name, what's your age, what's your religion preference...? What? I won't go into details. The level of performance in that ER was varied. I just wonder why the care is so disjointed. Why does every individual just do his/her task without seeking information prior talking to me??? The experience was a 4 out of a 10. Everyones care about their work, for sure, but the last thing they care about is what I care about, my pain -- I'm cold and in major pain. The first doctor doesn't know what a rear derailleur is, I ask the second one to explain it to her.... the CAT scan people bring me back to my room and forget to bring me to the x-ray unit for my ribs so I am trundled out again...... everyone is saying "you're doing great" - but everyone forgets to put back the blankets on me... I'm cold and anxious....I'm not doing great. But who am I to argue with them?
All the x-rays come back... good news! nothing is broken... hmm, are you sure? I feel like I am 108 years old right now... Kirsti and the kids arrive - Theo (3) asks " dadda, do you want a band-aid"?.... 'yeah I'll take a few...'
Now feeling pretty wrecked and the spasms are very hard to deal with but I can move, breathe and digest the trauma - Wine has tasted great tonite - life is a beautiful thing, I love my friends, mountain biking and especially my family - it all makes sense again. I'm doing much better now after a few glasses of wine and some ibuprofen.....Thank you.
My friend Steve Outing had [again] a great blog today - Hyper-local news - Twitter carried my crash event story far away - Thanks for your thoughts Steve. You seriously rock. Social Media is becoming more relevant about news every day - you're a force of change. But then we've always known that, right?
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