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Date Posted: 07:35:19 12/26/06 Tue
Author: Richard
Author Host/IP: 153.detroit-12rh16rt.mi.dial-access.att.net / 12.75.43.153
Subject: I am in a very bad way at the moment... accident

Last Saturday, I cleaned my bike and tuned it. I had been riding my bike on wet pavement. That is against my cardinal rule for not doing so. I want to keep my expensive bike for ten years so it will make it a practical buy. I spent 2-1/2 hours doing this. I could not ride it Sunday because of bad weather. I wanted so to try out my handy work. Finally, Christmas morning I got the chance to go out to my old bigger prettier large lake park than the one closer to me now. It was a beautiful dark morning. It was just the right chilly temperature for biking riding. The gears were shifting so near perfect. I was clipping along at a good pace. I was not pushing it. I just was enjoying myself. I got to the far side of the lake… I was going down hill at a good clip, and little uphill was at the bottom… just as I approached it, a big deer crossed the path. He had plenty of time to get across. I looked at him like wow a dear, then I look back forward and there was his buddy smack in the middle of the path. He panic and flinched for just a sec confused to where he was going to move to. I only had a half second to react. I have this thing that I can slow down time in a crisis like that. I saw everything that happened. I saw my bike broadside him, his movement forward turned my handlebars to the left, me rolling the bike and me over and over to the right, I saw leaving the bike behind. I of course wanted to believe nothing happened and would not be caught doing something stupid… tried getting up… nope.

The park police were quick to find me. I really do not need a cell phone. I bought one just for this kind of thing. As early as I get out there in the morning, I could lay on the payment for an hour or two before someone came by. The woman sheriff said buying the cell phone was the best thing I ever did and I added, “And wearing my helmet” for I cracked it. That park has a helmet law. I used not wear a helmet… too manly for that. I thank the park police for their law.

The ambulance drivers drove me all the way back to my hospital… so very great of them. All the tests… hours of em’. I fractured my pelvis in three places. The hospital then proceeded to make my stay miserable. One nurse argued with me for 15 minutes that she could not turn the IV pump up over 40 cc per hour trough my med port for fear of blowing it out. I told her that up in Short Stay with my regular IV hydration infusion I get 500 cc per hour. She kept arguing. I finally asked her if she believed me she said no, I said she could check with Short Stay. She said she’d be violating the HIPP privacy act. Then I ran into resident surgeon interns whose egos could not let them believe that I knew more about my short bowel syndrome than they did. They told me that I could not possibly be malnourished after only 21 hours of not being nourished. I was told that the hospital has a rule now that my roommate can play his T.V. as loud as he wants all night long because it helps him sleep. He only played loud football until 2:00 a.m. I called down to the receptionist desk and asked for an ambulance to take me out to University of Michigan where they are experienced with short bowel syndrome big time. The receptionist called my nurse. My nurse had contacted my doctor in charge with me. He said he would take care of it later. After my phone call to the receptionist he was at my bedside. He ran some spin. I played dumb. I was not up to the long ride Ann Arbor and University. I am waiting to see, I hope, the Chief Trauma Surgeon of the hospital being is my surgeon. If my short bowel syndrome needs are not serviced much, much better, I am off to the University.

I am suffering from sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and mild dehydration. The intern surgeon said because my blood pressure was normal I could not be dehydrated. Not many are well versed in my particular short bowel syndrome that is like no other person’s short bowel syndrome.

I got call infusion and let them know where I am at and then try to sleep. The dude next is trying sleep. I have the T.V. music station up about as loud as his football was and earplugs in my ears.

Jeez… so much pain… so tired… I hope all heals to where I can ride my bike as always.

RICHARD

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