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The Long Version
Jul. 20th, 2003 04:01 pmI imagine anyone who wants to know will already know most of the details by now, but I figured the whole sorry tale deserved writing up at some point anyway...
So... 17th June 2003, I set off from work, as you do at 17:30 or thereabouts. I pack my laptop into its rucksack, get on my motorbike and set off out of the work car park. I got about 200 yards up the road.
( When I said 'long version', I meant it... )
So, now I'm out of hospital, I can concentrate on actually healing up, learning to walk with crutches, and start trying to figure out what I'm going to do for the next year or so. For the next 3 to 6 months I can't put any weight on my right leg at all, and it won't be properly healed for 6 to 12 months. Like I said earlier, due to the way things have been done, it'll probably be the big numbers, not the small ones... so there's a lot of practical stuff to be sorted out in my life now. But at least I'm alive. I've contemplated the alternatives a few times when I've been laying awake at nights, and this could have worked out a lot worse.
Oh yeah, a nurse in A+E asked me a good question on that first night...
"So was this your last motorbike ride?"
"No."
"Good for you mate."
The answer was reflexive to be honest, an answer I'd worked out years ago, before the situation ever actually occured... but I think it's probably right. I've had 8 years of bloody good times on motorbikes, I'm not going to let someone else's mistake scare me into dropping all that pleasure from my life.
Ride safe, ride free.
Denny
So... 17th June 2003, I set off from work, as you do at 17:30 or thereabouts. I pack my laptop into its rucksack, get on my motorbike and set off out of the work car park. I got about 200 yards up the road.
( When I said 'long version', I meant it... )
So, now I'm out of hospital, I can concentrate on actually healing up, learning to walk with crutches, and start trying to figure out what I'm going to do for the next year or so. For the next 3 to 6 months I can't put any weight on my right leg at all, and it won't be properly healed for 6 to 12 months. Like I said earlier, due to the way things have been done, it'll probably be the big numbers, not the small ones... so there's a lot of practical stuff to be sorted out in my life now. But at least I'm alive. I've contemplated the alternatives a few times when I've been laying awake at nights, and this could have worked out a lot worse.
Oh yeah, a nurse in A+E asked me a good question on that first night...
"So was this your last motorbike ride?"
"No."
"Good for you mate."
The answer was reflexive to be honest, an answer I'd worked out years ago, before the situation ever actually occured... but I think it's probably right. I've had 8 years of bloody good times on motorbikes, I'm not going to let someone else's mistake scare me into dropping all that pleasure from my life.
Ride safe, ride free.
Denny
