Jimmie and I headed out for a ride Saturday morning. It was suppose to be a typical ride down to Northville and back with an added TT on the latter half of Hines. We had friends coming over to spend the night. I was looking forward to having company. I had planned on finishing the ride and heading to the store to get new chair covers and a fire pit for some evening outside hangout time. Things didn't go as I planned. I woke up in the ER on Saturday afternoon throwing up as some Dr. I'd never seen before was asking me questions. I noticed Jimmie there still in his jersey with some jeans on. I was confused. I woke up in my room and again wasn't sure what had happened. Lots of Drs in and out of my room asking me questions about my vision. Apparently I had quite the shiner on my right eye. I had broken a bone above my right eye, broke my left clavicle ( again) and injured much of the right side of my body. I kept trying to figure out what happened as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I know I saw my parents at different parts of the day but I couldn't tell you when. I know I kept asking Jimmie what happened. He kept telling me the same thing. We hadn't even made it to Newburgh Rd when he heard me sliding across the pavement behind him. We didn't have a cell phone on us so after he made sure I was conscious he high tailed it back to the house to get the van to drive me to the hospital. When he got back I had been loaded into an ambulance and they were checking over me. They told Jimmie they were going to take me to Botsford hospital because it's the only hospital in the area with a trauma unit. That's right apparently I was a trauma case.
Maybe it was the black eye or the bleeding from my nose or the repetitive asking of the same questions. Regardless this memorial day weekend was going to be the worst I somewhat remember. Sunday I was again in and out of it all day with the added bonus of vomiting many times throughout the day. I wanted to go home but I couldn't even sit up without feeling super dizzy. I hate throwing up. It makes me want to cry every time. It's an awful feeling. Fortunately I couldn't eat anything - no appetite due to nausea and head injury. I threw up breakfast on Saturday and didn't eat all day Sunday. You never get sleep at night in hospitals. They wake you up several times throughout the night to take your vitals and of course I had the added bonus of heparin shots in the belly so I don't get a blood clot. Jimmie stayed super late on Saturday, basically until the nurse made him leave. I could tell he was worried. Monday eventually arrived and I was more than ready to get out of the hospital. I wanted badly to take a shower. I felt like a dirty grease bomb. After the umpteen Dr showed up to ask me the same round of questions I was cleared to go home.
My sister, Layla and Lambros showed up later on Monday with some food. They were at the hospital on Sunday and probably at the time where I was most awake. It's amazing how much family helps out when you don't even ask them for it. We talked to them for a while and eventually they left. I was finally home and cleaned up and ready for bed. Jimmie and I watched some Fringe and eventually went to bed.
Jimmie stayed home with me on Tuesday while I made appointments and just tried to feel normal.
Since the whole crash hoopla happened I've been thinking a lot about everything in life. I may be ready to make some big changes soon or maybe I'm ready to hop on the trainer and continue with my training...only time will tell.
I'm grateful to have all the wonderful family and friends in my life but mostly I'm unbelievably lucky to have Jimmie.
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