Reckon it just weren't my time to die ...

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Yeah... but how's the bike?

just kiddin'.
Nick
 
SIr! now that I see the conditions that you're in I'll take back what I said about getting back on that bike.

Sincerly sir! I really appreciate the kind of person you are, and I would hate to hear again that you're in the hospital due to another motorcycle accident.

Leave the damn bike alone and fix Brutus!
 
They rolled me into pre-op so I could sign a s***-load of papers. I can only assume it was all so I can't sue nobody if they fawk up. I didn't care none 'bout that. I just made the lady promise me to ship my body back to Elwood if thangs all went wrong.

Off to surgery I went. Strange but I weren't scared no more. Reckon I figured done survived the worst of it. It was such a classic scene to be lookin' up and watch as the mask was lowered over my face ... say goodnight.

I don't know exactly what happened. Nobody does and nobody ever will. There are some clues though that provide a few answers. I blacked out before the bike hit the tree. I believe that was due to a branch bustin' up my face before the bike hit. It must of been the tree that did it because I don't have any road rash on my face at all. So an impact with the pavement didn't do it. In fact I didn't even have a scratch on my face. Now accordin' to the police report, I was layin' on the North side of the tree and my bike was even North of me. I figure the branch knocked me off the bike like Wiley Coyote in the Roadrunner cartoons and the bike continued on thru. But my forward momentum had me tumble through the tree and end up on the pavement between the tree and my bike. The tree must have broken my momentum tho in addition to my face. My helmet only had a small scratch on the back of it and the only road rash I got was a small spot on my left elbow. Didn't even tear a hole in my britches. This could've been so much worse ... reckon it just weren't my time to die.

Somebody's pullin' on my toe. Why is somebody pullin' on my toe? I'm awake I think. Can't see anythang but a blur out the slit of my right eye. Left eye's swollen all the way shut. Can't talk. I hear a voice ... "Do you know where you are?" Hell no. Goodnight.

Here we go with the toe again. Same question. Still can't see but try to talk. This time I answer out loud "Hell no". Next question ... "You ready to go home now?" You gotta be s***tin' me. Goodnight.

Evidently my skull had no damage. So the mission at hand was to try to reconnect ev'rythang in my face back to the skull. Pretty sure I got a metal eye socket now on my left eye. The bones under my eyes are connected to metal plates and bolted up to my skull. One layer at a time, they worked their way down my face securin' the bones to the layer above. The back of my jaw is wired together but thankfully not the front. I ain't eatin' steak ... but I ain't eatin' thru a straw neither. Still not sure how many teeth I got left. I can sure tell some are missin' and some ain't in the right place. Gonna have to deal with that later. And I gotta wear a neck collar for at least a month.

To be continued ...

:flamingo:
 
Where the hell's ya hat? You need your WT hat in the next pic! It'd make you look and feel better.
 
who's the guy in the pic? the guy nextdoor? cause it sure as hell don't look like you:eek:

next time you decide to get f'd up, i hope it's with alcohol, dancing half naked on a table (uuuugggghhhh, the horrid picture that creates in my mind, i may have just thrown up in my mouth a little) and not by crashing anything until you're a busted mess...

ok, now on with the story.

btw, my friends seem to find it amusing that in all the pics i have of friends, someone is flipping off the camera.
 
Maybe they can make you prettier this time around. They gonna have to have one hell of a plastic surgeon though. Rock on brother, we're here if you need us. After all, this is the WHITE TRASH FAMILY !!!!!!!!!
 
s***.... Damn glad you're gonna be ok.

Well, if'n you'd a broke a leg or hip or something internal, you might be done with a lot of fun activities... Maybe it was a good thing it was your face :shrug:

Godspeed friend.

Phil
 
You seem to have a much better attitude about the whole deal than I bet most of us would. Good on ya. Clearly God ain't done with you down here yet!
 
Good to hear you are doin better, only the good die young, so you are safe for a while. Headin back to lower 48 tomorrow, will catch up on the saga next week.
 
Good to hear your doing well, maybe catch ya at Round up next year, just not the same with out you givin out the toys to the kids....
 
Glad to hear the you are doing better. Hope you get back on that bike soon and get to enjoy it some more before you come to your senses. :cheers:
 
gladd to here ya all good an hope to see ya on some trails one day , us bayou boys wissh y the best and speedy recovery ,,, i know how it fells to hav the fce thing all jacked up as i had my face messed up when a IED hit my humvee in 2004 , and my face smaced somthing in the trck and fractored my skull and a big split down the middel of my face from hair line to bottom lip but just glad we can all wheel!! speedy recovery !peace
 
The lady with the toe fetish was at it again ... tug, tug, tug ... "You know where you are?"

This time though, things seem to make more sense. I'm in the recovery room after they bolted my face together. "Yes ma'am ... recovery."

"You ready to go home?"

Reminded me of when I got kicked out of the Waffle House at 3 in the mornin' when I passed out drunk in the booth. "No ma'am". She was visibly not happy with this but she directed some Boys to roll me into a room. General population, not ICU. My face was swollen up somethin' fierce. Comfort level pretty low. Plastic surgeon came in lil' later and seemed happy with his work. Only comment to me was "gonna be awhile before you eat steak" ... and he left. 'Nother Doc came in 'bout 5 and said he was releasin' me to go home. I very politely told him ain't no fawkin' way and he could kiss my redneck ass. So I stayed the night.

Next day it was time to go. Not sure how it was possible, but I believe my face was even more swollen. My company had arranged for 24 hour home nurses to help me at my apartment and off I went. Hard to eat. Very hard to sleep. Comfort level still pretty low. Wish I could have slept as well as the hired nurses did ... what a waste of money. Sunday mornin' things seemed to take a turn for the worse. Fever and heavy chills. Coughin' brought a bad pain in my lower side.

Called a Fella at work and had 'im tote me back to Thomas Hospital where my first pit stop was a week prior. They was thinkin' pneumonia at first but then all the tests showed that I had some pretty nasty infection goin' on from the plates in my face. Maybe they forgot to sandblast the rust off 'fore they installed 'em. They hooked each arm up to a 55-gallon drum of some sorta nuclear waste antibiotics and I camped out for another 5 days. Weren't really a bad stay. Nice private room. Nice people workin' there. Swellin' went down some ev'ry day and my voice got lil' stronger each day.

To be continued ...

:flamingo:
 
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