Joe Davies (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ferdinand1213) wrote,@ 2007-07-26 09:30:00 |
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I hurt my head
I went for my now-customary dawn bike ride this morning. Unfortunately, my earlier ventures along the same path had failed to acquaint me with the width of various portions of it. I'm not 100% sure what happened, except that I had drifted a bit and decided to swerve a bit. I ended up on the ground, swearing a blue streak and bleeding. Fortunately a police officer came along at that moment and took me and my bicycle to Columbia St. Mary's. They asked me my social security number seven times and stapled my head eight times. When they determined that I didn't have any insurance with me and that I seemed sort of OK, they wrapped my head in a bandage and sent me on my way with instructions to come back if I thought I had a concussion. The friendly police officer was not friendly enough to wait through my medical things, so he left my bike parked in the ambulance bay for me. I'm not sure what he thought I was going to do with it, since the handle bars were knocked too loose to be of any use until I fish out my tools.
The good news is that, despite not wearing a helmet, I'm basically OK. I have to go day after tomorrow to get things looked at.
The bad news is that I can't go on my retreat. I was considering just going anyway, but I told the doctor that and was basically forbidden to travel in the short term. I'm pretty bummed about that. I haven't seen Don in almost a year, and we've been planning this trip for three months.
I had thoroughly reddened my t-shirt, so they sent me home in a hospital smock. As you can see, the blow to my head effected my ability to take a picture in focus.
I got eight staples in all. The one phrase you never want to hear your ER doctor say: "Oh shoot. Could you get me the staple remover?"
UPDATE: I think I'm doing pretty good, though I can't wait to wash my hair tomorrow. (They forbade me to use shampoo during the first twenty four hours.) Thanks for the expressions of concern.
Special Commendation for John Schubert, whose house I visited after my release from the hospital and who took care of me for about an hour before delivering me and my bicycle right to my doorstep.
I went for my now-customary dawn bike ride this morning. Unfortunately, my earlier ventures along the same path had failed to acquaint me with the width of various portions of it. I'm not 100% sure what happened, except that I had drifted a bit and decided to swerve a bit. I ended up on the ground, swearing a blue streak and bleeding. Fortunately a police officer came along at that moment and took me and my bicycle to Columbia St. Mary's. They asked me my social security number seven times and stapled my head eight times. When they determined that I didn't have any insurance with me and that I seemed sort of OK, they wrapped my head in a bandage and sent me on my way with instructions to come back if I thought I had a concussion. The friendly police officer was not friendly enough to wait through my medical things, so he left my bike parked in the ambulance bay for me. I'm not sure what he thought I was going to do with it, since the handle bars were knocked too loose to be of any use until I fish out my tools.
The good news is that, despite not wearing a helmet, I'm basically OK. I have to go day after tomorrow to get things looked at.
The bad news is that I can't go on my retreat. I was considering just going anyway, but I told the doctor that and was basically forbidden to travel in the short term. I'm pretty bummed about that. I haven't seen Don in almost a year, and we've been planning this trip for three months.
I had thoroughly reddened my t-shirt, so they sent me home in a hospital smock. As you can see, the blow to my head effected my ability to take a picture in focus.
I got eight staples in all. The one phrase you never want to hear your ER doctor say: "Oh shoot. Could you get me the staple remover?"
UPDATE: I think I'm doing pretty good, though I can't wait to wash my hair tomorrow. (They forbade me to use shampoo during the first twenty four hours.) Thanks for the expressions of concern.
Special Commendation for John Schubert, whose house I visited after my release from the hospital and who took care of me for about an hour before delivering me and my bicycle right to my doorstep.
