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Hey people, just came home from the hospital today.
On the 29th, I was riding at about 75 km/h on the approach road to my college. I skidded over some sand and took a spill, hitting a few cars parked on one side of the road and ending up with a major accident. My left foot was pointing right but the knee was left and the whole leg felt limp. My thigh felt like it was on fire. Thankfully, my friends were waiting for me outside and immediately put me in one of their cars and took me to a nearby hospital.
I blanked out and went hysterical. Since coming to Delhi in July, I'd unfortunately picked up a smoking habit that only my friends knew about. So thanks to the withdrawal symptoms, I was under the impression that my family is the head of a ruthless mafia and protecting me from people trying to steal my kidneys.
Anyways, I had broken my tibia (shin) and femur (thigh). They operated on my shin and inserted a metal rod and some interlocking screws. However when the opened my thigh, they discovered I had nicked a blood vessel and I was spurting blood. They treated this and stitched me up. I spent the night under anesthesia while my uncle went hunting all over Delhi for four units of AB+ blood. After a few days of paranoia and blood transfusions, I was in the ICU of a bigger and better hospital. I was told about my situation and saw my aunt, uncle, parents, brother, and cousin looking worried. I had had a pulmonary embolism, meaning fat had entered and blocked the main artery of my lungs. I was in danger of facing collapsed and even failed lungs.
The doctors put me on a BiPAP (Bi-level Positive Airway Pressure) to help me breathe better and the embolism disappeared in a few days. I then had surgery on my thigh, where a plate was inserted to keep the bone set. Upon waking from anesthesia, I felt like my leg was on fire internally, heat from the plate and my blood getting back into circulation.
A few days later, I was shifted to the general ward from the ICU. I was monitored there and given IV drips and antibiotics. The day I was to be discharged, there was some issue with the antibiotics. They had to be changed and I was monitored with fever, so the doctors would not leave me. My white blood cell count was at 20,000 but the cutoff was 11,000.
Two days later, after no fever and a WBC count of 12,500, I was discharged. That was yesterday. Ten days in the ICU (of which two were life-threatening), five days in the general ward, and 3 lakhs of my parents' money later, I came home to my uncle's flat yesterday afternoon. I cannot put pressure on my left leg for five months. That means using a walker until the stitches come out in two weeks, and then crutches when I have developed enough strength and agility.
My leg is still swollen from the surgery and I find it very tiring to keep it in the air while I walk with the walker. I also find using the bathroom very difficult. Peeing is made easy with me using a jug and someone emptying it into the toilet, but for passing motions I've been on a bedpan. Hopefully from tomorrow I can walk up to the toilet and get back to normal on that mark.
Point is, I learned the danger of driving at high speed even on roads you know well. Even when you're doing everything right, things can go wrong. I had on my helmet (otherwise I'd have died on the spot), a jacket, jeans, and shoes. I only wish I had invested in knee and leg guards. Perhaps the fractures would have only been bad sprains or hairline fractures. The blood vessel may not have been cut and I may not have needed the risk of blood transfusion.
I say to all bikers... you can never be too careful. Perhaps my tyres were too bald... perhaps my forks were not aligned. Maybe fate had that accident in store for me since the day I was born. Perhaps this was destined. Perhaps the black 150cc TVS Apache manufactured at Hosur with chassis no. ending in 334 was made for this purpose. Whatever it may be, accidents can happen regardless of how safe or how much of an expert we may be. They can be minor or severe like mine. I shudder to think if my dad had acceded and bought me the secondhand 600cc I had asked for. What if I'd been doing 120 instead of 75?
The bike has minimal damage. Broken crash guard, broken left-front indicator, shattered panels, and bent forks. I am in a much worse condition. I know this is some point in my karmic cycle, but I also know God saved me from a more painful episode, or even death. God also saved me in the ICU. He is Great.
Be careful. Ride safe. Ride safer.
On the 29th, I was riding at about 75 km/h on the approach road to my college. I skidded over some sand and took a spill, hitting a few cars parked on one side of the road and ending up with a major accident. My left foot was pointing right but the knee was left and the whole leg felt limp. My thigh felt like it was on fire. Thankfully, my friends were waiting for me outside and immediately put me in one of their cars and took me to a nearby hospital.
I blanked out and went hysterical. Since coming to Delhi in July, I'd unfortunately picked up a smoking habit that only my friends knew about. So thanks to the withdrawal symptoms, I was under the impression that my family is the head of a ruthless mafia and protecting me from people trying to steal my kidneys.
Anyways, I had broken my tibia (shin) and femur (thigh). They operated on my shin and inserted a metal rod and some interlocking screws. However when the opened my thigh, they discovered I had nicked a blood vessel and I was spurting blood. They treated this and stitched me up. I spent the night under anesthesia while my uncle went hunting all over Delhi for four units of AB+ blood. After a few days of paranoia and blood transfusions, I was in the ICU of a bigger and better hospital. I was told about my situation and saw my aunt, uncle, parents, brother, and cousin looking worried. I had had a pulmonary embolism, meaning fat had entered and blocked the main artery of my lungs. I was in danger of facing collapsed and even failed lungs.
The doctors put me on a BiPAP (Bi-level Positive Airway Pressure) to help me breathe better and the embolism disappeared in a few days. I then had surgery on my thigh, where a plate was inserted to keep the bone set. Upon waking from anesthesia, I felt like my leg was on fire internally, heat from the plate and my blood getting back into circulation.
A few days later, I was shifted to the general ward from the ICU. I was monitored there and given IV drips and antibiotics. The day I was to be discharged, there was some issue with the antibiotics. They had to be changed and I was monitored with fever, so the doctors would not leave me. My white blood cell count was at 20,000 but the cutoff was 11,000.
Two days later, after no fever and a WBC count of 12,500, I was discharged. That was yesterday. Ten days in the ICU (of which two were life-threatening), five days in the general ward, and 3 lakhs of my parents' money later, I came home to my uncle's flat yesterday afternoon. I cannot put pressure on my left leg for five months. That means using a walker until the stitches come out in two weeks, and then crutches when I have developed enough strength and agility.
My leg is still swollen from the surgery and I find it very tiring to keep it in the air while I walk with the walker. I also find using the bathroom very difficult. Peeing is made easy with me using a jug and someone emptying it into the toilet, but for passing motions I've been on a bedpan. Hopefully from tomorrow I can walk up to the toilet and get back to normal on that mark.
Point is, I learned the danger of driving at high speed even on roads you know well. Even when you're doing everything right, things can go wrong. I had on my helmet (otherwise I'd have died on the spot), a jacket, jeans, and shoes. I only wish I had invested in knee and leg guards. Perhaps the fractures would have only been bad sprains or hairline fractures. The blood vessel may not have been cut and I may not have needed the risk of blood transfusion.
I say to all bikers... you can never be too careful. Perhaps my tyres were too bald... perhaps my forks were not aligned. Maybe fate had that accident in store for me since the day I was born. Perhaps this was destined. Perhaps the black 150cc TVS Apache manufactured at Hosur with chassis no. ending in 334 was made for this purpose. Whatever it may be, accidents can happen regardless of how safe or how much of an expert we may be. They can be minor or severe like mine. I shudder to think if my dad had acceded and bought me the secondhand 600cc I had asked for. What if I'd been doing 120 instead of 75?
The bike has minimal damage. Broken crash guard, broken left-front indicator, shattered panels, and bent forks. I am in a much worse condition. I know this is some point in my karmic cycle, but I also know God saved me from a more painful episode, or even death. God also saved me in the ICU. He is Great.
Be careful. Ride safe. Ride safer.
wishing you a speedy recovery buddy!
i am cutting off 10kms in my commuting speed
(yesterday i went for my 6th service and SVC mech did some tuning and he cleaned Throttle kit but still no use of it)
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