'The day had come it was home time it had been a couple of days since my operation , it had been another sleepless night I had slept with my earphones in just to drown out the noise of patients coughing and spluttering , that and I was dozing on and off in a opium cloud of conciseness.
I was up early and heading to the coffee shop to catch up with a mate , I was pretty sure I would cop a bit of shit of this guy he was my best friend the first guy I call when shits fucked up. He looked at me like "yep you are lucky s.o.b" I just laughed what more can you do the whole situation was just so messed up I was so close to losing the life I had on a fricken trampoline I mean anybody that knows me knows the kind of thing's I get up to for example, I have a ktm 690 super motard that I love to boot around on I enjoy Rock climbing with my brother , I spent years wake boarding, driving v8s and dirt bike riding not to mention the shit I got up to in my teens but the thing that nearly ends me is a fricken trampoline ....really. It was good to see my mate but it was time to get ready for home time.
I headed back up to my room ready to pack my things away and go home , I handed some leftover home made beef jerky one of the AJ boys had dropped in to the patient across from me , it made his day, its amazing what the smallest gesture can do to somebody's morale . This poor guy had crashed his motor bike ( see what I mean) and shattered both his legs he had been in hospital for 4 weeks and had at least another 8 to go this guys had to learn to walk again, He wasn't speeding or being silly he braked for a cassowary that ran out on the range , he hit the brakes grabbed a fist full of clutch got the bike down to about 10 km/h and in his haste he dropped the clutch with the bike at high revs and looped it out , a silly mistake.
I felt even more grateful that I was going home able to walk without assistance . It wasn't long before I got the ok to go ,I called Rach she was on her way , my little family gathered up my belongings and away we went it was time to get this healing underway I had been told that I needed 6 weeks of rest.......6 weeks of doing nothing. In my head I felt like I would be back to doing what I had been doing in a matter of a few months. I was wrong. I have been told 6 weeks of nothing , then I can start doing some body weight exercise with some walking on a treadmill only, 12 weeks I can start running outside 6 months +......... Barbell training. Finally I had a plan . A time frame to formulate my come back i figure i Have 4 months of body weight training I'll use that to destroy pistol ( single leg squats ) ring dips, push ups and pull ups .
I want to compete in the redlynch valley estate races and adventure races, I say that ill do one every yer and every year ........nothing, not any more its on.
There is no time for tomorrow, you dont know what tomorrow will bring or who will be there to share it with you.
sooooo I was home finally........I spent the day snoozing and lying around under the watchful eyes of my wife who would punce on my every moan or grown asking if i was alright. It was late that night when I woke up to go to the toilet I was standing there doing my thing when the next minute I was on my backside with rach asking if i was ok. I had fainted and i was shit scared i was trying to work out if i hit my head , had i undone the handy work of the surgeon , what the F&^k just happened. I told Rach i needed to go back to the hospital.
I was thrown strait back into a Neck brace until they could xray me and see if everything was still in place. I laid there for hours they had two problem number one was that i had passed out and two was had i done any more damage . They said the first was a combination of Tremadol and getting up from lying around for the day so good bye tremadol. I was x rayed by a very cranky dude at 3 am in the morning i think somebody must have been woken up to come to work, this dude was smashing the controls on the equipment and mumbling some crap.....whatever dude i'm sure you are raking in the penalties man deal with it it's your job. So the scan came back all good i was discharged in the morning and home for round 2 .
Monday, 29 July 2013
Going home.
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family,
recovery,
sprained neck
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