So, as if having more needles stuck in me than Courtney Love (for Rabies) this week wasn't enough, there has been some more drama in AngryLand. My dad went down unfvcking believably hard on his Sunday group road ride. First let me say, for those of you unaware, my dad is 75 years old, has severely impaired vision, and is a hardcore roadie. He weight trains, does yoga, eats healthy, doesn't drink or smoke all in the name of being stronger and still being able to "hang with the A group". Nothing, and I mean nothing, deters him from riding.
About 3 min. after getting the call that he had crashed, I hauled ass to his location to find EMTs on site and a large group of his fellow cyclists lending a hand. While I was checking him out in the back of the bus one of his friends put dad's mangled bike in the back of my car. The front wheel exploded and his carbon bar was broken completely in half. Won't know the full extent until I put the bike on the stand.
When I got to the hospital, one EMT informed me that the clot above his eye had moved and to not be alarmed at all the blood. I, like many others on here, am no stranger to gnarly wounds, ambulances, or emergency rooms. But goddamn there was a lot of blood. Puddles of it no less. My mom started to lose it and I had to quickly take her to the waiting room.
The Dr., same on that shot me up with the rabies vaccination a few days ago, treated my dad. The cut above his eye took 16+ stitches. He told me that dad will need to see a plastic surgeon on Monday because there was tissue deficit under his eye. Meaning some of his eyelid and surrounding area could not be sewn up because it's missing. He might need to have a skin graft. He also has a multitude of scrapes and cuts from road rash on his arms, hands and legs.
The nurse gave me a bunch of bandages to change his dressings. But I find myself a little freaked out at this proposition. Theres is just something really unsettling about seeing what's underneath the lower eye bandage. My dad looks like a gang of Mike Tyson clones used him as a punching bag. Don't get me wrong, I'm not grossed out, more terrified for some reason.
All of this went down around 2:00 pm and I'm staying up all night to make sure he doesn't sleep for more than two hours at a time and to give him his antibiotic every six hours. I try to lay down on the living room floor to sleep for a bit but I can't. I'm really worried about his eye. At 8:30 I have to call the plastic surgeon to schedule surgery for Monday afternoon.
So If anyone is up, I could use a little company and some healing vibes for my dad.
Thanx Monkeys.
About 3 min. after getting the call that he had crashed, I hauled ass to his location to find EMTs on site and a large group of his fellow cyclists lending a hand. While I was checking him out in the back of the bus one of his friends put dad's mangled bike in the back of my car. The front wheel exploded and his carbon bar was broken completely in half. Won't know the full extent until I put the bike on the stand.
When I got to the hospital, one EMT informed me that the clot above his eye had moved and to not be alarmed at all the blood. I, like many others on here, am no stranger to gnarly wounds, ambulances, or emergency rooms. But goddamn there was a lot of blood. Puddles of it no less. My mom started to lose it and I had to quickly take her to the waiting room.
The Dr., same on that shot me up with the rabies vaccination a few days ago, treated my dad. The cut above his eye took 16+ stitches. He told me that dad will need to see a plastic surgeon on Monday because there was tissue deficit under his eye. Meaning some of his eyelid and surrounding area could not be sewn up because it's missing. He might need to have a skin graft. He also has a multitude of scrapes and cuts from road rash on his arms, hands and legs.
The nurse gave me a bunch of bandages to change his dressings. But I find myself a little freaked out at this proposition. Theres is just something really unsettling about seeing what's underneath the lower eye bandage. My dad looks like a gang of Mike Tyson clones used him as a punching bag. Don't get me wrong, I'm not grossed out, more terrified for some reason.
All of this went down around 2:00 pm and I'm staying up all night to make sure he doesn't sleep for more than two hours at a time and to give him his antibiotic every six hours. I try to lay down on the living room floor to sleep for a bit but I can't. I'm really worried about his eye. At 8:30 I have to call the plastic surgeon to schedule surgery for Monday afternoon.
So If anyone is up, I could use a little company and some healing vibes for my dad.
Thanx Monkeys.
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